Eugenics

Sun is bright, earth is hot, sky observes a strange silence
A drop of sweat slides from his forehead along the nose
It foresees the next fiery moments of the battlefield and
disappears in flush of blood, before reaching the ground

Generations evolved, civilizations nurtured, innovations persevered
Peace still hangs back from the heart of people, reasons are myriad
Here humans kill humans for betterment of humans; in a bloody deed
And is it so difficult to understand, even the grass has a sipid stand?

He who can’t create can kill then why the nature has him created?
When he puts himself in others’ situation, has he himself abided?
Centuries have passed without knowing the purpose of little life
May the beauty of universe flourish to enlighten the every self?

Anima

I’m not aware, to whom did I belong
before my birth in the woman's womb
Oh my mind, tell me when I sleep deep
why do I go there, where I've no feel

What must have I taught, what must have I learnt
to have the life, beyond my realms, understood?
Haven't I spent enough time on making my bread?
Mustn't I grow beyond the genders before I'm dead?

I wanna feel what all I can't feel, I need an extreme sensation
I don't wanna have the same me inside me, again and again
Every breath of my life must take me towards the perfection
And am I not complete when my unconscious feminine is mine?

Survivor

I walk with my thoughts along the line of trees
I’m driven by your spirits beyond every reason
I heed the action to make you as my destination
I’m in need of my shadow, I’m on my knees
I chop my skin to smell my blood for my beliefs
I’m sinned, without accepting you as my Divine!
I moan enough to lighten my heart and I sustain
I’m on the wrong way, and I get healed by leaves
I start to try and try, without spinning my wheels
I’m blessed to have your life for me, I’m unbeaten
I depart from my hazy life to the serene heaven
I’m an aesthete faithfully veiled by your beauties
I disguise never in front of my beloved bee’s knees
I’m the survivor until my thoughts are your creeds

The window

In the morning, I open the window
I see there the sun rising, quite slow
inside I feel, I'm stopped to throw
a thought on you, it's a routine flow

brisk wind pierces my skin, I'm numb
mist melts to unveil the beauty, I'm dumb
sedulous mind sounds not to succumb
at least until I find your love's crumb

you may not know how it feels when
I think nothing but you as my heaven
all the day being introvert takes me in
never outside the window, I'm unseen

It's evening, I open the other window
I see there the sun setting, quite slow
He did see the whole world in real hue
I enjoyed my day, thinking only on you