My Turn To Rebel

I am seized in a place where I find immorality,
I discover me and my solitude as my own.
When I revolve back to my virtuous past,
I learn that my past is much fruitful than my present.


I closely relate myself to the life of the lonely,
Where I find it unendurable to incorporate.
As I am no more an individual who exists,
For the prosperity of the populate around me.


I realize the significance of being one's self,
Having recognized the crudity of the dusk world.
I inspect no requisite in impressing the souls,
As their anticipation are not of any value to me.


Now, I have forged the clock towards me,
It's time to neglect the world and move on.
With hopes and expectations from none,
I grasp this hazard as my turn to rebel.

  The Unseen Certitude

To embellish a finer creature,

I yearn the eminence of the filthy species

That deals with the atrocity of mankind.

To become a person of self esteem,

I entail to contemplate the adamant souls

That seem to beguile the entire universe.

To grace an individual of magnanimous conduct,

I ought to be answerable to the intact crowd 

That anticipates their fantasy to be proficient.

To acquire a personage of immense composure,

I retain the stratagem of the amateur humanity

That acknowledge the prevail of triumph victory.

        LONELINESS 

Ask the one who agonizes it, not the one who is heedless of it's definition.
Ask the one who sentience's in it, not the one who is outlandish of it's precision.
Ask the one who spends time with it, not the one who stays away from it's resolution.
Ask the one who abides by it, not the one who is keen on diversion.


Elucidation of it sounds like an unstoppable propel, 
As it cannot be perceived by vicious humans.
Delineation of it looks like a monotonous tale, 
As the souls existing around are bound to be egocentric.


Contemplating it positively is something that's been looked upon,
But, it is not as unpretentious as it seems to be.
Considering it as one's closest companion is something that's been relied upon,
But, it is not that effortless to make a friend as it seems to be. 

THE WAY MY DAY GOES

Early morning I wake up to see the sun rise,

Which is prodigious than the football's size.

The color of the sun which is orange,

Make my conviction completely strange.

I see the birds fly high in search of food,

And then they come back to their wood.

The charming voice of birds chirping,

Fill my heart and I enjoy peeping.

The refreshing wind that blows,

My heart becomes to them close.

I wish they could give me a welcome,

So that even I could enjoy some.

The movement of the buoyant trees,

Make myself cold and freeze.

They are for the birds a home,

Whoever desires can build a dome.

If it was a drizzling rainy day,

It will be astounding, I would say.

The droplets of rain that are pure,

Justifies they are exquisite for sure.

Later in the sunny afternoon,

After I had my meal soon.

When I come out of my house,

I watch my pussy running behind mouse.

Then I wait for the sun to set,

With my little pussy pet.

It is very pleasing to see the twilight,

When I am filled with soothing delight.

At last for the white moon to arrive,

Makes my rapture to go for a drive.

I spend my time at the moon looking,

Leaving all my work including cooking.

After a long time, having my dinner,

I discern I am the solitary winner.

As I relished my day to the core,

Not even confronting any kind of sour.

Finally I conclude my day after a recall,

Thinking me as a pretty doll.

Then I go to my dreams lying on my bed,

Wearing a dress of wool woven red.  

ENIGMATIC ENDEARMENT

When I find you in my dreams,

Your name flows in me like streams.

An illusion in me reckons you in reams.

A cordial voice in me deeply screams.

I inevitably fantasize about you hoping,

For the moments to come rushing.

With full of ardor I was leaping,

As I saw you towards me ensuing.

Something very certain blooms in me,

All I want is to mesmerize in glee.

By just sitting on the shore of sea,

Only to see you forever with me.

When I see you in every drop of rain,

I consider myself a very trivial Jane.

Since I know never will I gain,

With all sorts of unendurable pain.

THOSE DAYS

Ah! I found myself in the beauty of the places I travel,

Though the regions contained a lot of cruel beings.

It is those days I love to cherish and aspire to pass on,

To the world that crave to discover the depth of oneself.

  

The blossoms had possessed the quality of resplendence,

Hence were the most adorable view of those days.

I would cling the experience of being unchaperoned,

Having obtained the optimism that was part of me.

The moments I replenish are to be regarded as mine,

I become the probable part of measure in those days.

The people around me, I found them barbaric,

As my aspirations and desires meant nothing to them.

My way of persisting is something I look upon,

Irrespective of the voices that hinder my cogitation.

I am part of the universe due to an objective,

I want my existence to be of some certainty. 

I realize the Reality

In the world of superiority where I find gladness,

I am stuck in the notion of false expectations.

In the world possessing unlimited happiness,

I am in the place where I find none beside me.

In the world that nurtures it's beings for contentedness,

I find myself in the corner of a dark room.

In the world which shows immense carefulness,

I occupy the most inferior orient in the universe.

In the world that obtain the pleasure of cheeriness,

I consider myself as an entity beneath the deepest land. 

In the world that attitudinize equality as joyousness,

I realize the reality of not being accepted by fraternity.

YOU ARE THE REASON

You are the reason for my fearless life,

You made me realize the galvanization of fife.

You astonish my existence, by your charming sight,

Which for me is perfectly alright.

I am oblivious, if you are inscribed in my fate,

But I assure you, your place in my heart.

Achieving you is my premier and vital goal,

I surrender to you my complete soul.

Change in me, is brought by your look,

I prefer to bend more than a hook.

Your eyes make myself refresh,

I know you are my first and only crush.

I am obscure whether it is infatuation,

But never will I wish for a bad separation.

The day you realize, I am your love,

I wish I would become your sweet dove. 

I am waiting for that moment to arrive,

Till then I will be on a hard strive.

I will never be ready to give up,

As you are the route on my map.