AMEETHYST

Silence is a deathly life The looks kill barbaric than words. How can the scourge be so calm, And whip off the orb with the dulcet swords? Expressions count the least, when impressions matter the most. You bury your heart six feet under, And leave the tombstone unepitaphed. The world sees the looks, But the looks will cease the world. You never enter the good books, when books also look like goods.

What if my heart had a bone? And I’d be left all alone. I’d feel my every heartbeat, And all my pains would be known. What if my blood was blue? And I bled without a clue. I’d live a seamless sadness, And I’d lose my colorful view. What if my skin wasn’t opaque? And my feelings would never be fake, I’d show my true emotions, And I’d let no relations to break. What if my emotions had a standard? And I remained a sentimental nerd. I’d never pass the test of love, And all my life I’d die to learn the word. What if my dreams would be displayed? And my vision would never lose the shade. I’d sleep in solace six feet under, And I’d have nothing left, to be afraid. What if success had a roadmap? And I’d be calmly taking a nap. I’d lose the zeal to strive for it. And be defeated in the final lap.

I like to fly high, But sky is the only limit, Because beyond the high blues, There lies a galaxy of abstruse. I like to live long, But age is the only limit, Because beyond the immortal glory, There cries a myriad story. I like to race ahead, But destiny is the only limit, Because beyond the Godspeed tracks, There dries the field of fertile cracks. I like to dream all night, But dawn is the only limit, Because beyond the astral path, There flies the scornful aftermath.

I’ve tried to have fun, In all different ways. Still I’m missing the one, In a matter of days. Far she has gone, Abreast in different phase. The art of her memories were drawn, In a matter of days. My heart wants to sing, & set the soul ablaze. I can see the seasons changing, In a matter of days. She talked with me a lot, Now she’s lost behind the haze. She’ll be back soon, I thought, In a matter of days. I’m waiting in the dark, My arms uncrossed for her to embrace, I’ll love & leave a cupid mark, In a matter of days. I’ll do whatever it takes, To bring her back in my life, In a matter of days. I won’t utter a phrase, That’ll drive her away, I’ll be there for her always. In a matter of days, I won’t stop loving, I won’t stop living, The hopes will cruise by the rays. It’s not the end of ways, The prayer goes up & says, “Just Wait!” it’s a matter of days…

After being cajoled by Divine Conspiracy, I was doomed in the Ebullient Supremacy. My heart ascended to The Infinity! & raised the flag of Whimsical Legacy. Never was I, Damned by the Ethereal Truce. Always was I, Forsaken by the Candid Spruce. The plethora of love clasped The Ruins & my fervors were maimed in Benign Abstruse! The vows flounced with the Obnoxious Charm & bewildered Thee in His Holy Farm. The seeds of Ruth were sown in Eternalia! & Love always succumbed in His Munificent Arms!

Forgive me Lord! I’ve sinned to dream. In my life, few mistakes I’ve made. Chastise me Lord! I’ve tinted my joys sans shade. In my life, few colors I’ve tried to fade. Forgive me Lord! I’ve sinned to love. In my life, few choices did go wrong. Bestow me Lord! I want to be strong. In my life, few days I want to live lifelong. Forgive me Lord! I’ve sinned to rebel. In my life, few more things I did tolerate. Grace me Lord! I need to rewrite my fate. In my life, few histories I’ve got to create. Forgive me Lord! I’ve sinned to be Atheist! In my life, few people have made me whole. Quell me Lord! I have a vandalized soul. In my life, many times I’ve been a Troll!

I was a stranger unto myself until my reflection quivered in silent streams The sands of time had come to stand still. when I revered my love, lost in dreams. I was a failure unto my success until my brand battled in its black hole. The frozen time took me downhill where I fortified my feeble soul. I was ugly unto my beauty until my scruples made me virtuoso The sempiternity let me fulfill what I always implored to follow. I was quiet unto my crimson until my nerve lost to the covetous universe. The tears of blood sated the quill while I reveled to exalt the damn verse.