We pave our way towards the stardust,
When million collisions fade beside

Our labour but a mere phenomenon
to harbour where the bondsmen reside

With weapons in our brain
and shield in the sleeves
When least of the mankind
Shrink upon our feets
We then in chorus sing our defeat, with cold in the blood till ,
we March towards the heat

and
Then on the arid land
When we lay down the dead bones
It rains through our sullen sights
to the point we drown into our own build heights



We then again
Pave our way towards the stardust
When million collisions fade beside
When million collisions fade beside



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We have fought a battle, a long long  ago.
We might have  won, but in pale yellow burnt scripts, there isn't any Trace,
Though  we believe, we utterly, dearly keep Faith
In it's victory, and for it did win for our fate.

I remember them saying,
'Through it's virtue God brought us Morals.
And to continue we shall act upon our deeds, correct what one feels.'

Never really did they emphasized on Ethics,
As in pale yellow burnt scripts they might have found some invisible trace's of ink.
And it might have said to them,
            ' Through what you believe, comes           enactment of your deed, here's a path, don't bend,walk straight, here are rules, don't break, walk straight'

And onwards and ahead,
With God's sheer-sheer Grace, we
Shall keep moving.
As it says

For them, Their God,
Is  pale yellow scripts.
For me Mine somewhere else exists

And when from afar afar,
I ask him to take me away,
He then silently maybe replies,
In pale yellow burns, you carve me
And then, just then,
To you ,in their invisible Traces, might seem my smiles

Until then,
Believe them.
Walk straight, don't bend,
Here is your path keep on the chase.


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For courage is letting go of the fears that you reside in
and hope of a being

Gasp until your heart aches for the warmth of the love it once shared
Bawl to the agony of tragedy that flowed along with the blood through your veins

Fall into the symphony Edvard Grieg once made
Reach to the point of disgust and bathe in the trauma that surrendered to you its faith

Exist in seventeen out of hundred of your fears
For once, look closer into the mirror that is as real as it appears

Leer at The Starry Night, no Vincent could ever paint
Until your eyelids close to their suspense

Oath to the pores that your skin ever veiled
Behold the scars of your mother that never healed

Go slow in the heads of horror
Go deep in the dark philosophy in Arthur Schopenhauer’s honor

Plead to the lord of misery, for great sufferings of ever beyond and more
Wear the wisdom of the evil that history never wore

And then,

Let shadows of your beloved that long ago were burnt, sing you the last lullaby
Sleep to never wake up again in the dream of  demons, ode them the last goodbye

Gather  fragments of the courage you swore upon midst the million sufferings
Open the doors once latched, let bright of your brain lit the horizon of infinite dreams

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How to not hold on to the belongings
Whilst you bathe in the agony and I am out there revolting

We see the stars with tears in our eyes and we know there's no dream left
But we do still be hopelessly waiting for the hope in disguise

There's so much patience in us but we no more could put up with the dread in our minds
Halfway through the day we yet keep awaiting for the nights

We have gotten nowhere but look how far have come our lives
From finding the purpose of our souls
to now laying down helplessly with inconsequential smiles

Only you and I know how to convey the inconveniency of the bothersome hearts with APHASIA
Expressing themselves with insufficient words and futile rhymes
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