Poems

Betwixt Unheard Boundless strings, cage less prisons, The soul I am, screwed up for senseless reasons, Doom hast fallen on my master whilst; Omen stands affront and the oracle yells aloud. My mind, my brain, my body sipping and feasting on this venomed grail; Of net and tech that is cast all around, And it has enslaved itself to the ground, And is soon going to perish, in the blazing fires of this internet. Being the only one, who could bring forth a resurrection, I whoop out a raucous spell which is nowhere to be heard; Not even when I am betwixt this fateful abode. Mind is frail indeed, yet who am I to be heard by it; For the mind now cherishes the company of the dominator, who wills to reside in silence alone: this supremo clings to the neurons and possesses them, neglecting all their protests and woes. I may give up all along, Sometime sooner or later. In the fascinating memory, when the fog of this spell is lifted, I shall dance with my mind that is addiction free, where flowe...