Irony Concept

Come on you all and join the tragedy of life,
No bread, no wine and depressed husband from his wife,
A man beaten up on crowded roads,
And the crowd stands life a dumb toads,

A man with a rich personality and royalty of kind,
Look at the nature's irony so as to make him blind,
A teenager expecting someone to love him,
It sucks even more when you wake with such a dream,

The experiments are made on us,
We are the pigs they trust,
Hey one up if you really are, listen...
Make someone love us and end this on a happy note.

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A Day

Wasting the time as having it in lots,
Surely hating the advisory, bloody white hair knots,

Possessing the quality of turning other's feelings humorous,
Being positive, dreaming someday ending victorious,

Everyday should be a teach and utilized to its fullest,
If you do so, you gain confidence of beating the best,

Everyday must be fruitful rising your intellect,
You possess all the seeds but you need to select,

The day a each is the key for the hardest locks,
Problems seeming the mountains would be stepped away like the rocks.

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Mind In A Mirage

Every second I crave,
For new substance to play,
Every second a new Avatar,
Intelligence of my subconscious,
An attractive manifestation,
Thousands like Jesus and Buddha,
To save mankind,
Servants of slippery circumstances,
Left unenlightened black souls,
Travelling towards renunciation,
Keeping pride,
Weakening from the inset,
Effort to escape my Karma,
Left in vain to get it right,
Felt like an ascetic,
Away from the world,
Wandering in search,
For what they call, 'Peace',
Idiots, straying for a thing within ourselves...

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The Tears in Desert

Once upon a time in a desert,
There was a camel and an oasis,
Large terrain, scorpions, rattlesnakes, cruel sun and cactus,
Camel galloped its way through the painful elements,
May be this was less,
Qabilas and Pathans used it,
Bruised it,
Work done; Bye bye,
Beautiful motives to use it,
Tears filled its eyes but sun evaporated them all,
No one cared so on its knees,
Still working its way towards oasis,
But not getting it right,

Do you know who camel was? , or is?
Think twice, take your time,
Hope this time would enough for its journey to oasis...

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The Edge of Circumference...

A land of Sublime Archons,
Where secrets of Royal Blood are withheld,
Let us know what are the truths,
Truths of creation, protection and destruction,
No! ! ! They answer,
They have that great fear,
The archbishops, the priests,
Are the fakes,
Or are the disloyal to the Almighty,
Who knows! ! !
Then why are the differences on the path of Illumination,
Dig out the archives and publicly display them,
This is like waling on the circumference of sanity,
So free masonries were perfect,
Anyways we should be simplified,
Break the shackles,
Glorify the archives,
And be savior of yourself...

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The Song of Midnight Love...

I left away that city,
And just walked to this place,
What a midnight of despair,
Walking alone on the beach,
The vast ocean roared in silence,
It extended miles away,
And away are those stars twinkling in dark,
I know you are asleep by now,
But not today,
You are smiling to yourself,
Remember,
Those rains when we cuddled together,
And got drenched,
You are awake,
Get up,
Open your window,
You see the same moon,
Feel the same breeze,
Now you will wash your face,
To hide,

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Seductive Pain...

Depressed in the thoughts of vain,
Whiskey made its way,
In down the veins,
Laying around diversely,
Drifting into the cluster of sorrow,
Seek his death,
In the pitcher of alcohol,

The street lamps,
Flew adobe like the Valkyrie did,
He felt a soft moan encircle the clinic,
Towards was a tree left in solitude,
It must be happy,
Ain't she?
No young man,
You are... said she,

Both merged into a disputed conversation,
Speaking the burden of thoughts and leaves,
It went on for night indeed,

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Disgraced Spiritualism...

Fake spiritualists drive me irate,
Disturbances kill the natural flow,
People procrastinate,
The word puzzles embedded with highly spiritualistic quotes,
Nothing to act just knowledge overflows,
People hallucinate and cover a blanket of enlightened soul,
Discussing the secrets of Karma, Mantra, Time and Space,
These discussions have slayed hourglasses at stretch,
Why don't they work over their mistakes,
The beards hinder the lips that advertise the masked faces,
They fail at action and end up with the curled efforts.

Hey you all please try and act,
Stop your disgraced nonsense,
Don't haunt for peace,
Its not the thing to do,
Stop being egotist,
Loo for the hollowness,
This would really help.

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Infancy Cry...

Why can't I live with the love and the bliss,
It always dices me with tremendous stress,
We are the infants for the Almighty God,
Stuck always into the deserted cause,

Then we are alone, we know whom we need,
Then someone should be ready for a mutual deed,
Being alone could be like crushing a majestic wall,
But can we go against the nature's call,

Then we feel the attainment of renunciation stage,
But its premature nirvana and illusions in waste,
Its when we curse thee to be so stupid,
Lets face our problems and be our own cupid,

There are problems I suppose you know them,
Life is travel full of wicked games,
But don't try to find way under the pretext of Divine Escapism,

This is not a sacred book,

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The Guru...

An individual loved to travel,
A traveler, a sack, cigarettes, shoes and tracker denim,
Moved down his alley,
Smooth, rough, tough, dirty road,
Walked, stepped and climbed on and on,
Green grass swayed with subtle flow of wind
Birds chirped with nature's symphony,
Overcast atmosphere, just made it perfect,
Tipper-tapper rain drops, were yet to meet mother earth,
It seemed everyone awaited hilarious fusion of mud and water,
Then what about the traveler,
Huh, he was irritated since he was unable to light a cigarette,
How fool he was not to enjoy what he could have,
But little way ahead, he saw a monkey enjoying his play on the branches,
Truth be told, "The Nature is a Great Guru",
Cigarette met the ground,
The freelancer got a way out of his depression,
A nature can do what it takes,
Just what a perfect eye can make…

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