Dual poles

Fast......like an expressway...rollin rollin rollin...whoooooooooosh!
Thats the pace i ride my confidence...

Sounds .....,eh?You might be bored now.
Enough of these implications............

I'm yet to cast that enchantment
But there are barriers which i have to cross

All of us have to-no,now its no more you and me.
Run,Run,Run...as if you are going to be captured by Inferno

Have you ever noticed those poles?
The ones in the bridges,oceans,in your lane?

Can you feel a wave on your fist,when you move your finger on your knuckles?
The punch can be responsible for nine stitches

Fist your both palms and when you raise your third finger
The creation is a dual pole

The poles better known as -"read between the lines"
Is it fuck for fuck's sake-who is the signifier and what does it signify?

But you dont think twice before exposing your dual poles,eh?
The one within your body-in your hands?

Sounds aesthetic,eh?You might feel it too.
No more implications...

Reconstruction of mind

Sleeping with the midnight pills,looking up on the spinning wheel
The air that you feel,is what you call the mental zeal
When you forget the words of your own tune
I feel like laughing about like a mad man on an erotic spree
Come and fuck my emotions and i will produce your poem
Reconstruction of mind is what can make me cure...

My thought was travelling through the hills and meadows
And reaching the far stretched oceans where sails the ship
The ship of dreams could also sink,my vision is just a kid
The intoxication is within my veins,the tears are its liquid manifestations
I still do feel am a mad man on an erotic spree
Reconstruction of mind is what can cure us...you and me

You and me,You and me..but who is the you?and who is me? Is it me?
The man who was swimming within you?
Oh did i really drop it?Forgive me if i did...
Its something that they call love,one that creates hue and cry
Hue is left out alone and cry takes the centre stage
Reconstruction of mind is what can cure you...you and him

You and him,you and him..but who is he and how does he know you? Is it really he?
The man who was chasing you down the road
Oh did he really undress you?Forgive him if he really did it...
Its something that they call erotica,one that reconstructs every mind
Mind is left out alone and reconstruction takes the centre stage
But when both are together-you are cured...all of us are...


You-me
He-she
Us and them...

Perception-the boy's battle

Vision-version,verisimilitude,he couldn't have thought ahead then
The flower strewn path was filled with his pain,but he had to move ahead
Overtaking all measure to measure,pain and pleasure
Sigh!he grasped it-his dream lay still in his fist!
"W"ould you like to taste that my dear reader?

You have to bear with me then,and look ahead....with my pleasure and his pain
He took it as it came,as a battle of brain,his confidence though "W"ithering away...
Thousands of lanes were being built in mood and mind
"W"hich could lead to the successful destination...but fate "W"asnt that kind.
All he had to indulge himself in was-preservation....

The song is over...the party s done...but the music still lingers...
As a faint hope..which at times makes time dope hallucinating the hours
Vision it was,which is done and "cannot be undone"...
"W"here is he now?"W"aiting for the version?
Oh call him....as the time strikes the final hour...

Hiccups

........to be continued!!!
Begins the next episode,ranging from majors and minors
was yet to discover that it was against me
.....like a pure roadside toad...i looked up-perceived the dirty world
I am half within or full without,anyone out of the two...
the melody is flying away...catch!says i....
but ...hiccups....falters....and falls he....
..............to be continued!!!