Tuesday 29 November 2016

Killing of sadness






Every day, every hour, every microsecond, every eon…
I slither and slobber in an ocean of tear-drops…
Rushing past the un-keyed doors…
Like a mindless automaton…
Every breath that I take…
Seems putrid like the air from woods stale…
It’s blankness all around…
Insipid routines…
Religious nonsense…
Mediocre challenges..
I just hope….
Like a raven awaiting the end of Autumn…
Like a seed...whispering to my fallen friends…
That some day…
Summer will chase…
Moons will blaze….
And I will finally witness…
The killing of sadness…
The filling up of a rancid void..




It’s morning…
I take the subway…
It’s afternoon…
I consume the poison…
It’s evening…
I bid adieu to my quiet friend…
It’s night…
When i wail of torments unfazed….
And the cycle continues…
Like the whistling song of the ever late rains…
It never stops…
It does not want to stop…
It Goes on..rambling..
Hugging..cuddling...eating..
Like a heartless cannibal on a poetic streak….
And I just wish…
Like the quivering silence of burnt orange…
Like the unanswered messages of long lost memories…
That all this will come to a full stop…
That the crazed normalcy..
And  the independent achievement of the crumpled pay cheque…
Just get’s dissolved in the divine haze of the cherished singularity….
And I bear silent involvement with the merciless mutilation ..
Execution …
Assassination ….
Killing…
Of that pestilence called sadness..




Every waking moment of my rather un memorable reality…
Every dead reminiscence of my forlorn dreams…
I create the same sand castle…
I ride on the same wave…
Dull and boring…
Colourless and pure….
Like the un-noticed white of the milkman’s drug laced milk….
It just continues …
Clambers…
Clampens upon…
All of my saged insanity…
I see hatred…
Being piled up like bags of precious dust…
I see love…
Being tortured and impaled..with the sword of morality…
I see tears….being weighed for sacrifice…
So that the Zeus-es of society…
Could feast in peace…
I see absolute harvest of bodies and souls…
I see the naked being covered up under loads of un-eventful imbecile ..
Common sense…
And it just goes on and on and on…
As if it was defined in stone..
To be the celebrated and cerebral equivalence…
As if everything was pushed up…
To be the next hack for that unholy contrite called growth…
Where kisses loses it’s meaning to become call for action…
Loud shouts for sadness…
Great cheers for living the smiles of a unhinged robot….
And then the wilted demons of my mind…
That pillaged realms of my dream…
The reaped monstrations of my raped conscience …
Rush in like a convalescent steam engine…
In a hurry to get its last death- load ….
Screaming …
Begging…
Pleading…
Mooning…
For the hour and the aeon ….
When I  shall bear silent testimony…
To such events of glorious harmony…
That would lead to the slow …
Painful massacre…
Of all this sadness…
Thumped upon me…
As normal- ness…
And delinquency of…
In-delicate patriotism..
And delicate relationships…


My thoughts...

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