Innate Wanderer

Joys of celebration ringing on your ear Smiling and happy people in every rear What was missing? Happiness, joys, and serenity Dancing in the floor with crowd Music and celebration so loud Mideast of all I was dancing for formality I was wandering far from the reality I am dancing with the whole world Yet a shivering and lonely feeling of cold Fast and speedy has this dance become But pain increasing inside me that I have to overcome Enjoyed by others this mutual touch of dance I alone feeling like its dance to call the menace The touch that will end soon Feeling will be with moon Said that everyone will be here  End of happiness And that will show true and fare Dance will become a march of dead And soon no one will even share one crumb of bread Evil that resides in us as selfishness and greed Will take over the happiness and will breed No more dance and mutual touch of attachment Killing and betrayal will be final and detachment Soon I will be dancing again In the pool of vengea

Wondering the sanity of being Reasons and purpose of living Middle of fire of insanity Drifting in the realms of vanity So peaceful, oblivious and empty Yet feared of own safety Mind becoming craftier on destruction Body bind by signals of mental function Edge of tower and fear of height Body doesn’t want it Yet mind always wins the fight Falling down and swift whispering of air Then the mind realizes that it’s not fare.

Beautiful those eyes in sight seeing makes my mind right Deep into your eyes ocean Bright is your face as thousand suns Fare and beautiful as a rose I want to be with you very close My knee gives up when you are in sight Even so seeing you makes my mind right Attraction and closeness is what i see Your voice is like a bird song when its free Never will i be tired of your beauty Admiring beauty is what i think is my duty Never will you be mine Alone and Free is what makes you shine.

Done with world I am Living the failure life I am No matter the continuity and hope I shall hold the price of dying rose Until the end and start of the world I shall remain here as old They shall prey for the destruction But I shall only hope for my resurrection Destiny it was what I thought For the wars I have fought Sins that has started since the beginning Again here begins wars of regaining Sins will downpour and will be compared No match for what I have endured That shall make me the most evil and invincible This is not war of sanest and sensible But I have reached far from humanity Nor do I understand responsibility and sanity So I shall bring the fear and destruction There is end where ever there is creation I am here as villain to facilitate an end So hero will rise to became my end This is the cycle of good and evil But never it was I who choose to became the evil But I shall be born again There shall be my reign But will I get to choose or fate w

Disturbed by the incident of gravity Now I can see all the things with clarity I am mad or it is just the high functionality I am drifting towards the void I feel like I am injured druid Waiting to be reborn again Feed by human conscience from the begin Is this the reality or figment of my imagination? I never knew the power of my creation There is remorse or guilt or hate I am enjoying whatever is happening in my head I feel like I am in space Travelling in the vast universe I see everything that is connected In spite of the connection I still feel disconnected