Traveling a path well traveled… rugged, dusty and graveled;
Embedded with scattered
footprints of lost souls;
of humans, gods, demons and
trolls.
Filled with stench of slaved
weak minds, and agonized cry of charred flesh;
dragged bodies of socially
ripped wounds and morally bloody gash…
My feet trembles and my body
quivers,
at the thought of walking
the same path…
scared I am to my soul and
in my heart,
to withstand the fate of
such a destiny’s wrath.
The trail blaze of this
mobby parasite world;
engulfed in fear of unseen
and unanswering god.
Bound by rituals of inhuman
and unethical virtues,
burdened with curse of self conscience
and regretful dues.
Struggling to breath in a
world so melancholic;
strangled by the giant
vortex of serpentine desires,
Volatile are the instincts
of being human here;
where truth is put to the
socially tort and demonic pyres.
Questioning my existence is
a fair game now;
Do I break free or to
anarchy of man-made Gods shall I bow.
Following an endless road of
stinging desires,
Curling, churning, twisting
and squeezing immoral binding tiers;
I crumble back to the dust
with every struggling step I take,
My destiny is all that truth
lies in… but here every truth itself is at stake.
My existence keeps asking
me, is it all that I have, is that all I have got?
And I keep replying, “No, I will keep fighting because …
this is the only battle I know,
this the only battle that I have ever fought.”
Alchemy of Existence.