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Discipline me, daddy!

You ain't perfect but you adorn your flaws, You're the reason I uncleanch my phoenix claws, You ain't traditional; you believe in nothing conventional, You're a prodigy yet a mystery so dimensional. I'm everything you wanted me to be, I'm that, neither noble nor evil, I'm just me, I'm on the run but now I've rested too much, I'm trying to catch-up although I've lost touch. We've been too strong yet weak for each other, We've seen too much all way along together, I've known life as a ride, nothing but crazy,  I'm your little daredevil but discipline me, daddy!

A catastrophic love.

Social stagimas aside; in a world of their own, They stood poised, their strange love is blown, Their families shamed and friends shrugged, All that remained was her pain of losing her beloved. Intentions so pure, fear of no wilful betrayal, Embracing moments of blissful today, Rather than tomorrow's episodes of evil, They led a nomad's life before being castaway.

I say 'Die'

They say.. 'If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die' But.. May no writer fall in love with you. Cos you  deserve death. Definitely. Undeniably.  Die..  To cleanse your soul, off the sins of your secret slaughters.  Die.. To set peace again in the minds of people who're threatened by your tyranny. Die.. To bring harmony again in the hearts of the ordinary men. Die.. To crush the last bit of a broken artist; to breakfree and set the soul on fire Die.. To be born again and do all this, all over again. 

All of us & All of them.

I love everything about you, And.. I miss everything about you. You're faraway, so very far, And.. You appear a shooting star. You're words spoken from a soft sitar, But.. You disappear often like a jack tar, We ain't anything regular, So.. We don't need anything popular. We ain't the same but we're similar, We know.. We don't seem virtuous but we ain't vile either, They've never understood & they never will, Because.. They've always lived chained & they always will, And.. They sing hymns of angels to calm their inner demons, But in the end.. They, we, you & I, are merely nature & her seasons.