MIRAGE OF CONCEIT

Bored, dull and tired

Of  life  and  subsistence

Plerophorically blinded  

Foolishly lame 

Trapped in this self made prison

The heretic says!

Oh! Will the mirage of conceit  ever go away ! 

TROUBLED SEPARATION

Pointlessly Separated! 

Two lost souls

Troubled waters between

Seeping venom of delusion

Floating scum of conceit

The heretic says!

Come, my dear!

Why not walk this bridge of Love! 

SHATTERED VASE

The beauty of the vase lies shattered  

Falling helplessly to the cold marble floor 

The colourful flowers lie scattered

And the sweet fragrance still lingers in the air

As the vanity and pride in me humbly vanish

And the shell of conceit is cracked open  

Oh! Potter of the wheel of life!

Let the miracle of your Love set me free

BRINE OF PASSION

Wanting; craving!

Moaning in wanton in hunger!

Skull splitting! Brain splattering !

Pickled up in the brine of passion

A life lost to conceit and desire!

Oh roaring mind! Is there really hope?