We sing on
HIS music
Dance on HIS
tune
Walk on HIS
road
& Laugh
on HIS jokes
We live-in
between infinity
Surrounded by
lies
With flying
black holes
And scavenging
eyes
There isn’t
any time
It’s all illusory
There isn’t
any play
It’s all
delusory
The good isn't sacrosanct
And, the bad pernicious
With truth beguiling
And, relations struggling
The good isn't sacrosanct
And, the bad pernicious
With truth beguiling
And, relations struggling
Awaken the
mystic soul
Don’t let it
sleep
Nights may
not be long
And, days
may not be strong.
when that happens thats when we need to be strong and wade though it all
ReplyDeleteBikram
@Bikram: strong may be another form of weakness or weakness might be a deception.. it's a mystic world after all.
ReplyDeleteWhat is the use when know you will fall? You're only as strong as your strength can take. What does it matter when you know it doesn't matter. Why do you fight when you know that it is not worth it? For if the soul should sleep you would never be woken again, but if it awake, there isn't a fight at all.
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Blasphemous Aesthete
Hi Anshul, it's like time.. that exists but varies with respect to place. And, then with death it doesn't stop but starts encircling black hole of infinity.
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