Questions Only

Do we exist to think or think to exist?

I am always advised to be myself

Deriding the society’s judgements and fists.

We are all waiting 

Entertainment or simply feigning.

Entering fantasies of aliens

Vindicating dreams with reality.

Extending thoughts and prayers.

Reaching out to virtual valiant.

Stealing ideas and fanning plagiarism.

Trusting friends and acquaintances.

Of nepotism and favours.

Philanthropic gestures and egalitarianism.

Truly trying to color the sky.

Heuristically throwing the paintbrush.

Inking views and visions.

Nodding to cults.

Knitting kin protection 

I will not stop.

Neither will I.

Gerunds will lift you up high.

A Lord’s Command

To light up the passion smelling sandals.
She kindled a plethora of scented candles.
He brought lust and tenders.
She anticipated pleasurable senders.

Of eyes nodding to undressing and braves.
To slipping of garments like slaves .
Commanded by fire.
Love impersonating ire.

His head between her legs.
Wrapped like a gift with megs.
Like a harp played by the tongue.
She swayed on its tunes , sung.

Songs of love and desire , tick!
Insatiable swirling of the wishing stick.
Heading towards gratification.
She abets early incarceration.

Now resonance of mesmerising sounds.
Raw and uncut like two hounds.
Only death can do them apart.
The sweat and friction , an immiscible art.

Instagram By Kilogram

Sacrilegious to modelling bodies.
Artificial idols of plastic and blondies.
Crafting a million selfies and filters,
Reading between lines and fitting belters.
Inflicting perfect shades of pulchritude.
Frailties camouflaged into platitude.
Influencing the Instagram masses.
Careful and retakes and retakes and retakes.
Edging closer to fame and only eye catching passes.

Feeling jaded and agoraphobic.
Exclusive to cameras and claustrophobic.
Elusive esoteric erotica.
Delusional happiness' replica.
Somersault practice and more Amerika.

Bae and beau , hugs and kisses.
Emotions personified by pantomimes and misses.
Androgynous feminists.
Unequivocal trends and trysts.
True nature, up close and personal.
Yet, "posts" are coveted and ample personnel.

Expressions

Said words are mere leaves , floating.
Extending on paper
Ephemeral blowing, juxtaposes meaning.

An expression
Not just shown, but moulded by the dance of tones.
Decorated with feelings and finger tapping and tingling bones.

Feel the volume in the skies.
Estranged , the grass listens.
Elating bees over flowers.
Laughs of offsprings.

The exhibition of paintings
Heuristically defining each stroke, of
Either brush or piano, the surreal musings.

Magnificent concertos and crescendos. the grand cause.
Usurping stress and misery.
Soothing and serene permutations.
Invested in imagination and artistry.
Courteous climax of a huge round of applause.

You ,Who?

I am only here to gratify myself.
To hell with the world
Satiating you? go please yourself.

Oblivious to the world's plight.
Nucleus is my face
Lights cameras on me
Your problems are always smaller than mine.

Miasma of your flatulence is intolerable
I only pass gas.
Nothing about your misery affects me
Everything about my hardships matter.

Never should you say never.
Obey me, I am your King.
Trials will be held and feelings will be discarded

On the day kingdom comes.
Unison is a rarity like kindness.
Recanting won't help now
Show empathy than just sympathy.

A Heart's Speech

When you touch my nose.
The butterflies pull my cheeks apart.
The dolphins sprinkle my face.
And I sigh, smelling my rose.

Like the hue of red in the rainbow and heavenly scent.
I fix my eyes. and I skip a beat.
When you smile, the world stops.
The wind whispers "Gentle, kind and decent".

My love is true.
Like the silver lining in the clouds.
Your arms like trust and peace.
Embrace me with no regrets or rue.

When rain meets earth.
Our lips touch.
Taking you by the hand.
We dance over wrath.

When your giggling becomes music, soothing.
I gaze , like the sun to the horizon.
I hear like the trees do, silently.
I rejoice like birds, smoothing.

As I start writing. about your gown.
I lose out , I could never find a pen.
To write on rocks, when I climbed the cliff.
The Gods come down to blow me down.

But I held on , as I must.
Tightly as can be.
Like, you hold my hand,
For without you, I'd be dust.

Wakey Wakey

While creating the cars for satients
Harnessing machinery as slaves for sapiens.
Enriching lives and connecting people with a pitcher.
Never, could we see the dusty biggger picture.

With ACs and plastic,instant haste.
Irrigating the world with waste.
Locii for mute wildlife.
Lusting on the glimmering gold,what a lie.

We made it hot, hotter hottest.
Everybody wants to be right, not the leftist.

Withstanding air, water and land pollution.
Adjusting, our mother weak sans incarnation.
Killing the children, euthanasia?
Everything ends, yes, but not like this,by melting glaciers.

Usurping the need to be woke
Praising scientists for engineering solar radiation, the only hope.