Suspension of Disbelief

Incipient laughter of life
He smiles and looks at his wards in rife
Is there a moment although very brief
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

His creation is at the throes of warring paths
some appointed sentinels of the massacre and others aghast
Will he cry over the deads in a heap
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

The playwright so immaculate
and his play so difficult to insinuate
will he watch the humanity trudge in a sorry creep
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

I am mortal yet I am God
in a setting inherently so odd
Will he watch my last strain of blood drip
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

Sullen slumber has us in shackles
Our heads against the bloody barrels
Will he watch silently slip us in this perfidious grip
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

The call!

The wheel is rolling
and a languid betrothal pulls me
sublime evenings lie subverted
losing out on what I want to be

Callous, I run amok
the culdesac my only friend
I keep eluding the light
but still craving for that little bend

the ephemeral crevice haunts me
the only chance which's waiting eternally
compunction peels me from within
begetting emotions full of melancholy

The first rays of light, the vedic rhymes and a unique source of life
a part of my flesh adjudicating retribution
I dream of a day
when emancipation dawns on my commotion

I want to join the river
the flow which gave me wings
inevitably I flew in here
dying to break off and be among the kings.

Is there a legacy for my dream?

dreams, the pristine snow on the peaks
runaway desires, what we want to be
in the placid lap of serenity
I dream of a world, full of sanguinity

behold what's there for us
bountiful to be had
for each one of us
but still we are embroiled in feuds

Look at that smile, the innocence in her eyes
fingers so tender, the glint so fresh
Are we so blind, bedazzled by the gold
that we can't see the message so bold

the blind race to hegemony
conscience trampled under bigotry
what's the future which beckons us
the beings with blackened souls and full of trickery

a whisper in our ears, a stalking shadow
pleading to rid the negligent
of his exuberant callousness and declamatory slumber
of the turbid mirror, a reflection in taint

a price to live, and a gift of death
the last strings attached to a rickety faith
the journey will start with everyone around you
engender the courage, when your moments are few

this world will never be the same
a man of dreams will rise again
the change which I couldn't bring
will manifest in a song which the world will sing

The mirror

The bubble had to burst
to let the guiding light reach us
arranging strings in a commotion
dreaming of unicorn in a fuss

Made to walk on a sword
an idea so fulfilling
kept following the mirage
amidst relations whose taste kept on dwindling

dreams of fire scare us
fire gobbling mirror being a friend
what do we set to achive
achieved nothing but the godsend

a facade of success
adorns the meaning of our lives
but no more than a hermitage
where loneliness does the high-fives

the days await us to goof up
and the nights ready to oblige
nothing could we learn from life
what we could have been will only be a surmise

A chance!!

Inundated by rivers of blood
those baby steps so innocent
how have our hands learnt to kill
and to devour each other, we strive to invent

There's so much pain everywhere
how do we manage to laugh
it's our flesh being cut out every time
the blows breaking us into half

how can we still sit idle
with perdition before our eyes
an albatross hung around our necks
where's the care in our sighs

when did we learn to be animals
care for nothing but the gold
carrying our own carcasses on our backs
emotions black and very cold

why doesn't it churn from within
when our brethren reek of blood
why it never offends us
to the see ourselves in glut

when is it going to end
have we devoured enough
the courage the look into their eyes
and to answer them and not huff

this trail is not going to be erased
we will have to sleep with the dragon
and be consumed in inferno
and engender a chance to rebuild this haven