Just another day, just another thought!

Zesty thoughts preventing me from

Yolking away in actions leading to

Xerotic bloodshot eyes that are

Wanting to blink in the wilderness with

Vaulting piles of emotions as just cerebral and

Untying the metaphorical bonds and

Trying to liberate the heart from

Shackles of the thoughts,

Rambling collisions of thoughts and

Questions that remain unanswered for the

Philosopher is dead!

Opus history of mankind is reduced to dust

Nullifying the creativity and developments of

Man in history, of

Learning and

Knowing!

Juxtaposed remains man's aspirations and

Inspirations, for

He struggles to learn the

Gift to mankind, a gift that initially set him

Free, now

Envelopes his mind, making him a

Diligent slave to the

Catastrophe in disguise, to the

Blasphemy in shades, and to the

Altruistic who is unreal!

I hope!

A tear -
Benumbing the heart
Comes down
Depressed thoughts -
Emotionally disturbed mind
Frightful imaginations, and
Gallows that call the vulnerable!
Haven't I suffered enough?
Is there more in store for me?
Jailing me in my own thoughts -
Killing my every emotion,
Laughing as I get insulted -
Mocking me at every opportunity,
Nudging me to cheer up in sarcasm -
Overwhelmingly voting for my downfall,
Pretending to encourage me -
Questioning me for what I am,
Reserving preconceived notions about me, and
Slamming my identity!
Tired have I become listening to nonsense,
Unperturbed I wish to remain, but
Vengeful darts are shot at me -
Wheeled to the poisons, I dive
X-treme collisions of thoughts,
Yearning terribly for this to rot -
Zealous times await for me, I hope.

what have we to lose?

Anomalies are many in the system
Beguiled minds try to rectify them
Ceasing every turn of opportunity
Deceiving the thousand eyes that see
Elusive has become the truths
Foreseen by us is the doomsday
Grief stricken are our hearts
Hatred has encompassed our brains
Intricately woven our emotions
Justly living the one life we have
Kinsmen have suffered enough
Lamenting over the dead ones
Maniacs and lunatics running over
Nexus of curses spewing every minute
Oblivious we remain to our own fall
Plato, Aristotle and the rest, in sleep
Quiet in their graves of peace
Rustling sounds cross the graveyards
Stones are awoken by the chaos
Territories tremble to this sight
Unleashing the horrors of our greed
Vanquishing the maniacal appetites
Wild fire rages before our eyes
Xanadu is blighted aflame
Younger ones also reap what is sowed
Zombie hearts walk the earth again.

Rambling Words

An aura,

Belongs bizarre,

Ceasing chaos,

Decking dreams,

Enormous ecstasy,

Fists firm,

Giant gain,

Haunting hides,

Iridescent iris,

Juggling jolts,

Kindred kind,

Lonely love,

Mundane minute,

Nestling nest,

Overture opera,

Parading passers,

Quibbling quirks,

Rampant running,

Secret scythe,

Time ticking,

Untimely unite,

Vying victory,

Witting wise,

Xanadu xysts,

Young yoked,

Zeroth zany.

Tipsy Bartender

Afloat is the mind,
But thoughts stagnant,
Climbs the wall of clues,
Desperate to float,
Enchanting air surrounds,
Fries become appetizers.
Gilded is the moon,
Hazy eyes drunk too,
Isolation sought with noise,
Jarring sounds accompany,
Kindles the child within,
Laughter beats the day,
Monopoly suffices the time,
None refuse another drink.
Open bar it is today,
Pure bliss I guarantee,
Quite elevated in energy,
Rest followed is history.
Sunrise matters less,
Time bound, yes and no,
Unless you see nothing,
Vivid but is the rising sun,
Welcoming the aura within,
Xanthippe is destroyed,
Yonder much, but steadily,
Zero is your loss to happiness.

Thus Spake Zarathustra

Zarathustra spake from the mind,

Yocked was he as much as the fools

Xyst were this wise fool's companions

Walked he as if the world turned him down

Vexed enough for not having delivered

Utopian visionary to his kinsmen

Trust was deficient to no degree

Sighed eventually for the loss of man

Raged even more for the loss of mind

Quibbler was his prize for knowing

Prophetic in the ways, he claimed

Orphaned was he left, him and his thoughts

Night after night descended, nothing was better

Men of minds resented the human race

Long after our hero’s demise

Kites of love were cut by the thread, the root

Juggling with the one life that man has

In a river of tears was the mankind

Hesitant to break the cocoon of disguise

Gently succumbing to evils around

Falsifying in every action like a mortal

Eden fades away, once again

Deprived is he who remains silent, not survive

Calmly residing in the thoughts and not deed

Beyond the good and evil, heart rises to present

A thought for all, a thought for none.

Titled Abc...

A moment is all I need,

Bestow your presence before my eyes,

Celebrated much shall be your form,

Deny not my Master for what I ask,

Enable me to see from the mind's eyes.

Force is your supreme power,

Gone with the wind this world if you wish.

Halt never till you have poured the last drop of wealth,

I call it wealth, the one that can never be diminished,

Jauntiness is what this wealth gives me,

Knowledge is the wealth I ask for,

Learning in depths is what I crave for,

More than the material, it is man who is the Master of material and love.

Not less a degree of description with regard to this creature,

Only this majestic living thing holds both, the good and evil,

Priority lies within - to right the wrong.
Quenches the thirst we think, but forever remain thirsty,
Road of knowledge teaches us to be humble and giving.
Stillness of moments is relished in memories and serve to learning,
Transition is what helps humankind to break the shackles with the earthly means.
Universal oneness is the ultimate goal,
Vivid is the way of thinking and approach in its attainment.
Worldly pleasure has no weight but for worldly knowledge on contrary.
Xanadu was the place Coleridge chose to portray the ideal; wanting us to work to perfection,
Yelp too produces a musical note emphasizing that noise too is music,
Zealous is what you become when you learn 'how to learn'!