Stand Accused

Stand accused within the strangeness of my own skin,
Inflicted with troubling thought that sought to kill the sedate feeling locked inside,
Addicted to a pill that takes away my patience,
Standing in the pathway, waiting to attack the beast with sweet love pretence,
The pill sedate my soul with hostility
I stand accused in the middle of nowhere…
Locked within the iron cage with the pain I cannot bear,
Rest easy upon the realness of my scars hidden, trapped inside my heart.
He assume that I am fine with everything
His presence makes me cold and bitter,
He is playing a dangerous game with the devil
Though he is a God fearing man
Hope that his prayers protect his soul because he failed to honour his part of the deal,
The strangeness of my own being soothe the guilt trip which burden my serenity with heartache,
Voices that echoes within the night intend to keep me restless,
He carry on with his mission…attacking when I am vulnerable
Torturing my innocence with hostility.
Hatred is his closet friend
He is brutalised with pretence
Do you realised the damage you have done
You have sucked my free spirited soul so dry
Left me in the dark,
Battered with empty words
Felt useless and distance from reality.
His abiding indifference will help him find peace in his grave of infidelities
He claims he knows what I really need
Then again he is just a reckless player in a chess game
He allows his opponent to learn his next move,
He is foolish…its absurd to think that he can ne moral
Let his shortcomings flourish and comfort him through his unknown journey.
I stand accused of the crime I didn’t commit
Gave a defence which is entrenched with the truthfulness of his dealings
Yet the fear of challenging him scares me
Someone will get hurt when I start unpacking his luggage of secrecy
His true nature will remain unknown because I chose to die with his secrets
Let him get judged by his own God…not me

New Beginning

Our minds are clustered with tormenting thoughts
Memories entrenched in our DNA
Haunting us until we lose our inner peace
Can the mind perpetuate the stillness of the universe?
Listen to the music which generate no taste, no colorant genre, no tune
Do you walk away from the pain of disappointments or carry on like nothing matters
Really the urge of embracing the high level of inner peace is the justice we owe it to ourselves.

Let the dying of each season become a part of us
Beginning of new chapters
Though it brings unbearable pain of laughter
We ought to break free from our own cocoons of ignorance
Pulling us away from reaching the highest level of self
Letting the energies buried inside our souls to give new meanings of our existence,
Never underestimate the innermost tranquility of time.

Remember nothing last forever,
We are all puppets bred with genetics of individuality
Your uniqueness doesn’t make you different from the rest.
You are just given an opportunity to learn and embrace your full potential
Let some part of you to die…keeping the entire bunch is not worth it
There’s a reason why they are not part of you.
Dying is the rebirth of the better.