Illusion of life

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Even death looks beautiful,
when life becomes a synonym for defeat
and moments like fingerprints or faces, they never repeat

Time goes on digging new wounds
at the same time digging old ones, deeper
while it fills down some cold ones
but at the price of new ones which aint cheaper
I tried to pretend the time when i'll see her
but realized soon these eyes are of a day dreamer, a faliure
This game of fate left me itching for thoughts
digging a ditch in every step i walk
enhancing the possibilties of my heart to stop
because
these arteries in which dreams flow seems to be blocked
due to the failed pretensions that makes my blood clot
so all i try is to kill the spot in my mind
Rewind is a word i hate to recall
I need to leave this dream behind
to break these succesive falls
the same way i left them earlier too
but they f***in come again and again
turning my blood from red to cold blue
and the ghost of past plays with my pain
I hate the sun but i need it when i am hurt by the rain
Coz i expect the rain to resurrect me to a person who is happy and sane
whose thirst is fullfilled
which has shades of love, not lust
instead the rain fades the hope at first
then turns out to be a curse
simultaneously watering the plants of hope which grew from the seeds of faliure,
smiling like the devil pretending to be the saviour
How strange the one which cuts is the one by whom the medicines are named
There's no one real to blame
or maybe its the fucking land i stand, that has it all
never devoid of hope, never dried from the fall
I don't have any control, knowing i will collide with the wall
I guess i'm a zebra with a psychotic error,
that means, with genes of giraffe
too ignorant to respect the mirror
hoping that dreams can even distort god's craft
but all this try and fail consumed time
which is most precious of all
and when i see the situation overall,
it is nothing more than a new bruise
a gift of time , may be a curse..(you choose)
may be i'll remember these things, but i don't know how i'll feel better or worse
but all i know that no two seconds can replicate
and you can't control the past from your present state
I can never get things right back into the time
so i lay my back on the chair,
cracking codes of this rhyme.....


Even death looks beautiful,
when life becomes a synonym for defeat
and moments like fingerprints or faces, they never repeat



I lacked a focus in my life (yes)
infact i focussed on my lackness(yup)
I say mind is a blessed gift, but
sometimes all it does is messes up
You lose a battle or win a war
based on how clear are your thoughts
but what can you do, when you don't even have an aim to dart
all you have is a blurred desire,
based on which you design wheels of your cart
Who is to blame for all this?
whose fault is it from the start
if a good life is constructed by a disciplined mind
why we were given a heart ?
I wonder what we all search for,
when the most precious gem. life has been granted
provide it the food of joy and see the growth of the seed God planted
Still there are questions alive, in the past they have haunted
Why some walk on flat tracks, while some are expected to run on paths that are slanted?
Why the universe was made what was that God wanted?
The questions might never end if you search them
what will you call respecting life,
enjoying every moment or defining goals and achieve them?
Who will answer these questions and how can we believe him?
if you don't have to say a thing, then i propose one more up- Do we know anything at all?
I think we are narrow minded people pretending to stand tall
No one knows what this life is,
so unanswered questions are not a crisis
Blindfolded we live it,
and if it demands something we give it
What can we do in this magic show, the illusion of life
so just don't challenge what you know.....
because maybe love will be an intrusion midst the strife
and don't worry, black is a beautiful inclusion in the white life
Just remember the desire for success is a fire which gradually cools if you do not have an attitude of a player
coz life is a game with no rules
Just bring out the dreams from the catacombs
coz you have a better chance
to live when the illusion turns into a catastrophe
and memories be the knives with blood drops..

(OUTRO)...........
These names places and things are an illusion
the game places kings on top and slaves on bottom
its on us what we see, what we believe, to get amazed
the difference is simplified and unhazed (the perspective)
which decides the place our graves will be placed
Till then I stand alone with a view that promises me peace
one in a billion in the cue which tries to solve this illusional feast





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torilutz8 said...
Mar. 25, 2012 at 1:09 am
Love the metaphors in it. I love metaphors when they're done successfully :) Awesome work I like your style.
 
Jlp0719 said...
Mar. 19, 2012 at 8:12 am
As a song writer I think that it is really good.
 
Shmelmo said...
Feb. 12, 2012 at 7:34 pm
Love It!! This was definitely worth my time reading it. I would have to say my favorite part was the first stanza. Really good!
 
zone7494 said...
Feb. 12, 2012 at 11:08 am
This was really great it was a but long bit it was worth reading
 
Angelgirl39 said...
Feb. 11, 2012 at 10:31 pm
AMAZING! I loved it, though it was a little long, but it was really good! You are always so good at writing, and I think you are doing really good! Keep writing!!!
 
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