Dust and fume.

Dust and fumes rise up from the ashes,
Little does my conscience know,
Humanly body dies and corrode,
Little grief my heart show.
When my life started, someones ended,
This horrifying vicious cycle is splendid.
Skin that embeds our bones,
The flesh that divides and rule,
Have you ever wondered the miracles that could be,
If not our skin but our sins we could see.
Not stiff, nor harsh but a subtle reply,
What ifit was  our intended sins through which we could die.
A little hop, beam of sunshine and ray,
We could be immortal if in happiness we pay.
Little smoke and in fumes we vanish,
Our mind is a maze, subtly sincere.
With hurricanes and twisters our humanly mind thinks,
With a worldly weapon, our mouth kills.
A touch and a word could heal the dying,
But what if your intention is nothing but guilt of crying?
Rising a little with guilt and emotions,
What if there was no cure to this numbness.
A little I think about the scars that we put,
Is it okay to deal with pain through a cut?
What if instead of tears,
We could cry a river of fears.
Would you still hide your sob,
Or declare them to the mob?
I see ashes and fume rise up,
And I think of the world we live in.
With cuts and wounds stitched together we live,
Breathing dead we become and sin.
Seeing the world we stepped into,
The fatal journey we brought ourselves onto.
A little instigating,
A little heart wrenching.
I see the dust and fume rise up from the ashes,
And now that my conscience know,
Humanly body die and corrode,
No grief my heart show.

World we live in.

No, you don't understand the world we live in,
In kryptonites and bullets we honor.
In scars and wounds we bond,
Through touch and love we heal.
We procrastinate till the very end,
And every now and then we have relationships to mend.
But as long as it doesn't hurt us,
We wonder if the bothering is anything but lust.
We live in cages; transparent.
With emotions ruthless and opaque.
How scared we are to have known,
When as ignorance you take our calm.
We live through pain,
When our efforts go to vain.
But it never bothers us to live here,
In a world so tiny yet so aware.
With a million species known; unknown,
Trying to put a mark, finding a territory or a zone.
A stain or a blod clot,
An open wound or a smirk.
When to conquer, the world is large,
When to explore the same is small.
A universe runs within us,
A word of dreams we create.
You don't understand the world we live in,
In kryptonites and bullets, we hate.

(i)
I felt the cool breeze on my face,
The wind played with my hair,
You didn't see but I played my ace,
Life somehow wasn't really fair.
The streets were empty,
And so was my heart.
But I had lived for such nights,
When I could feel the adrenaline rush.

(ii)
We had never been so spontaneous,
Never rushed in haste,
But the blowing wind called us,
And we couldn't let it go to waste.
So at 3 we began,
A journey not so far.
A few people on way we met,
In my memories their faces still last.

(iii)
The beauty wasn't the stop,
Excitement wasn't to reach,
The beating heart missed a few beats,
And it was only because of the way.
It was all grey and black,
And then it was blue,
Polaroids and pictures I don't have,
But the images in my heart are safe.

(iv)
Like the cindrella, we had to leave,
Before the sun rise, before dawn,
Before the mighty rays could enlighten the world,
Before meeting someone capable of stealing the essence.
They still wonder about the mysterious scars,
The ones they see on out body without the fall.
Oh, but our lives start when they fall asleep,
They want to know but they'll never dig this deep.
For when their day ends,
Our mysteries begin.
It starts with grey and a bit of black,
Through liliac and purple, and on blue it waives.