Monogamy

I dipped my toes in familiar waters

It wasn't all dark and gloomy

It wasn't all heavy in my bones

There was safety... A bed of roses...

It wasn't all the same but I felt belonged

It felt like home

Sceptred, soothed, buoyed up...

I felt all that

Or was I just imagining it all?

Maybe it was all for a closure 

But it's threading lightly 

This road map, this frequency 

This sacredly spawned...

Monogamy

-PRK-

Good That It's Crude

The thought of going back there is always bad

But the way you understand me feels so good that it's crude

And many times I told myself that I never want to see you again

Still, many times over, I'll be right where you want me to be

I've been struggling to let loose, struggling to feel free

Wanted to get out and end this debauchery 

But how are you still here, etched in my heart and mind?

Despite in my day-to-day life, I can no longer call you mine

Could this be a novel spin or did you never thought of this?

And are you also trapped and drowning in your own ambitious trysts?

The archetype and guidelines of a perfect man to the world

A paragon of purity, a vagabond of devotion 

Yet, dominated by the thought and existence of me - the first you have ever felt for

The chemistry that sends you spinning, had a taste and now you want more

And though the thought of going back there is always bad

But the way I understand you feels so good that it's crude

Quest and Questions

It is pretty unknown to me what home feels like
Never quite stationed, I see different moonlights
Paths - they grow darker, at times I lose sight
Always prepared to fly in search of smooth nights
Will it shed a new light?
Should I pick a blue knight?
Will the rhythm unite?
So many questions tonight
But the universe, they say, is all magical
Spread good vibes, they say, ungrammatical
And if you get to have it your way, do not be dogmatical
On Lord's day or short sway, do not be fanatical
Your political stand - they may be lyrically grand
But their wrinkly hands are devoted to the land
They voted for their future, for the man who planned
The harpoons, asylums and heroic command
Beaten, quietened, some chastened for treason
Weakened, yet smitten by the polished religion
Some find solace in the romanticist
Some are corrected strictly by the semanticist
The doubts that they place on the bioethicist
Synonymous to the darkness before the exodus
Does it matter - a neoclassicist, biophysicist, cyberneticist?
Questions remain questions - deathlike and venomous
Shot to pieces, psychokinesis,
The darker it gets, that is mutagenesis!
This is not a poem, but a quest of a churchless nemesis
What exude in the ovum was...
Fashioned in the apoapsis

-PRK-

Manifesto

Some have killed and pillaged but the struggle never ends
Reigned by the supreme, feeling lost in this homeland
Belittle and castigate one another causing pain
What's the point of all this? Aren't our blood all the same?
I guess not; now violent is the culture of the world
So much rage, enslavement happens to all boys and girls
Aggression, affection, or are we all playing dumb?
Can't blame this commotion on the riches or the slum
What's the ultimate salvation? Another round of reformation?
Bloodbath, a cold bath, in the name of such religion?
See this is not about principles, it's all fanaticism
Superstitious beliefs, self-glorification
Origins and doctrines mystified, misinterpreted
The essence of the truth they've all eradicated
I was brought to this world to understand and seek the truth
But so far when I see you, you were aching these youth
Needed them to stay confused, make sure they get used
To the way they get bruised, the way you abused the accused
Now get this, you're not the God or boss of us
You’re probably just another parasite, even worse, just a puss
Dying by the minute when the rest of us diminish
How long more can you fight this when the world comes to a finish?
I fear for your mentality, the one that caused brutality
Enabler of calamity, still grooming all your prodigy
My dear, your ruling majesty, guess you've not seen the sanity
You've been riding so high in life, your middle name is vanity
The Holy Ghost won't cover you, but see those moths, they'll hover you
And if the orphans could, they would cloud your sky with choppers too
Now tell them what the monarchs knew, the evilness you can't unscrew
The inmates, the elderlies, they'd even crack a tooth or two
To see that you keep your words, your manifesto, not your turd
To see that you really care for those you once left unheard
Preachers - they preach, there's the gap and there's the bridge
Now let your actions speak, your promises - you keep

-PRK-

How Do You Convince Them?

How do you convince them?
And tell them that it agonises you sometimes
The mental and emotional drainage it cost you
When the right decisions they are making
Are not the right ones after all
And that you have to pick up the pieces with a straight face
When all you want to do is bash them

Leave them like how they have left you
But obviously, you cannot
They brought you to the world
So-called raised you and stand by you
As they should at all times

But how do you convince them?
That you have had enough of the illusions
And wrong moves they have made over the years
That your sturdy walls are about to break
That you have slowly become wimpy
That your brute force is looking at its cremation
That you shattered and want it to stop
That it is time for you to kiss goodbye
To everything that you were never prepared for

How do you convince them?
That you have fought too long
Not to be the living soul they unknowingly curated you to be
That you want them to wake up and smell the coffee
That you want them to admit
That they have caused you all the pain and agony
That you never saw the world as a child
And you wanted to be that child

How do you convince them?

-PRK-