Friday 7 August 2015

Aliens..

perspective keep on varying..
shadows keep getting secret..
whatever we consider not our own...
we relegate it to the dump of the foreigner...
we consign it to the realm of the aliens...

the dotted line never shifts..
masks differing ...
ideas devilish...
one contradicts one's own standings..
one contradicts one's own principles...
just to be normal ...
just never to be an alien...
from one's own life...
but strive to be aliens...
from one's own intimate dreams...

signs here and there...
trespassers keep on getting prosecuted...
the access set at the level maximum ...
the faceless scorned and shamed..
into the hordes of the unknown...
into the brotherhood of the aliens...
but it doesn't matter ..
for the flimsy travesties must continue....
for the beholden..
and the malicious bigoted...

abductions ring out...
many a leak..
too many cases....
arrogance lingers on...
while the guilty trample over the seasons...
one home we have we all thing..
and close away our bedroom doors..
but a whole multi verse lies await..
from the sacred depths in-between the sheets ...

we spill each other's nectars..
best bullets...
electrocuting lasers...
hearts lies in tatters..
roses lie bleeding....
era after era..
age after age..
but we know not..
hoe to meet..
the messengers of wisdom..
or the agents of doom...
from horizons far away...
only diverting the required...
only averting the inevitable...
into the forlorn conscience...
of the alien...
into the locked treasures...
of the taboo ethereal...

what we know not..
is that we all aliens..
our universes all disjointed...
so we fight on...
avoiding the subject...
with the force of all our cells...
and the efforts of all our breaths...
for deep down...
when the last bell rings...
and flowers are finally showered...
that we all love living
in fear of the alien...
continuing our moments of instantaneous randomness..
spending our much delicate whispers...
in vacuums of choking isolation..
raised by walls thick...
of names and classes...
of genders and ideas...
of punches and kisses....
forever shunning...
the outsider..
the un mourned..
and the different...

my thoughts

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