Monday, March 12, 2012

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Isnt a pleasure or pain,
But sincerely, Insane.
One of the determined birds,
Singing euphony to the nerds.
Tamed to be flightless;
Unnamed for the mess.
Eyes bestowed to the lens,
In sudden blast of silence.
Restrained laughters' play,
Deception on its way.
Be in joys or woes,
Seem one legged flamingoes.
Two say, "Rolling, Action.."
Were invoked every fraction.
Gentle love and grace,
Sway with gliding pace.
Work turned obsession,
To build a posession.
It isnt mere a haven,
Sets of uncertainties, woven.
Aloof I was still,
Rebuked I was fill.
But today, the ben speaks,
Of the peace it seeks.
Voyage of Transluscence,
Destined to pure essence,
Of compassion,engage.
Aside the hypocritic rage.
But alas!We made her alive,
From folds where minds dive.

Icons


The moving shell,
Holding men at large scale,
Doesn’t intend to lope,
Through windows,i hope.
And i see Homo sapiens,
With vague opinions.
Gliding flags of pride,
On their lame ride.
And what captivate,
Are the icons of fate.
Constitute another domain.
Am i blind in vain?
For i view mere object,
And objective i reject.
Begin with nature's gift;
The flower on watery rift.
The revolving machine;
On the room welkin.
An open palm;
Helping rebel,calm.
A ferocious animal head;
Always feeling red.
A static clock;
Soundless, tic-toc!
A light emitting instrument;
On the struggling segment.
The steam engine vehicle;
Pressed between colours,fickle!
A fluid filled seed;
For visual not feed.
A four-legged silent giant!
From north extravagant!
Odd!  see change,
Comb for hair range!
Here, one goes for women!
The sewing machine omen.
The more i view,
My acknowledgement due.
More than being political,
Creative minds, philosophical.
And who says, i bore?
Instead, i m enjoying on fore.
Sometimes amazed,vexed.
Tang of philosophy,annexed.
As the swaying symbol,
Coming day will bless us all.
Will the trend of material,
Replace logic and real?
Then, i wish to icon, 'Human Brain'
And using it,being an aim.