Kill The Idealist

A poem dedicated to anyone who believes that it needs a complete overhauling of the system to bring about a real change in the country. During such elections time I believe its better if people start looking at the bigger picture and something beyond what is prescribed in the dumbfounded Constitution.

A stinking wisdom founded on pillars of lies
We march carrying the torch of democracy
Purging metaphors of monochromatic cries
We march towards an unseen fallacy

Benevolent exacerbation of ignorant population
Where they still think their vote counts
No one testifies to the past annihilation
Intellectuals debate like the constitutional clowns

Young are tangled with their issues in relationships
Hourglass of reality doesnt touch their feet
The older keeps improving their spiral dictatorship
Colossal sickness of society at its peak

"Change we need" the cunning mantra of killing
Unbridled mass hypnosis by the mainstream media
The only thing that cannot be changed is this feeling
Thoroughly brainwashed by this election hysteria

Homicide of independence, treachery lurks everywhere
This slavery cabinet dependence, this Kashmir still burning
British were not capable of such repugnant flare
Its us who keep segregating in the name of unifying

A controlled demolition of self-perspectives
System only defines you through your monetary success
Do you think your progress is on their list of objectives
Or do you prepare your child for such rat race

Immaculate contestant of death, our nation is on a wholesale
The law was made to please the British queen back then
Revamped sections were added to make this lie sell
All clauses leads to slavery, all movements went in vain

Clumps of agony silenced through a political circus
Questions to be asked are just the answers of our past
Why do you need a certificate of your birth?
Why do you think only the common die in the blasts?

A merry go round of our faiths is on broadcast
They sit back and laugh on our misdirected campaigns
A fabricated history taught in the schools is must
Liberty is a myth disguised in different constitutional names

Our greatest gift is to forget lessons quickly
Our saddest plight doesn't lie on our ignorance
We may find this decade to be different from the last
But to the hourglass of reality it makes no difference

This stinking wisdom has controlled us since birth
The torch that burns is our unachievable utopia
A pernicious extraction of self-preservation on earth
Our visions of progress suffers from myopia

Black Heart

Greetings to everyone. I'm Ragpicker just another fool fell from the sky :) .
This is going to be my first post and I'm very glad to be the part of WL community.I have been reading the posts here for quite sometime now and I really appreciate the quality of the posts here. This place feels like a truckload of talents on fire every hour of the day :P.

Well I'll try to keep a fictional story going through transcripts of little conversations of a guy called Evan who faces blackouts frequently followed by some nonsense poetry. I hope you will enjoy it ! Forgive me if you find any retarded typos as I'm mostly on drugs all the time and I can barely see the screen.

Thanks and regards.
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Silence : Evan , wake up ! Do you feel something now ?
Evan(gasping) : Yeah , I feel now .. I feel nothingness in everything .



Snatched up smiles from burned up and smoldering lips
Inside the voice these words just unwillingly slips
Weaving a whirlwind of nomadic faith that flips
Gripping in fear , this divine resonance equips

A sack full of dark nails of love gets dumped
Instead of blood, a perpetual pain gets pumped
Principles of uncertainty has found a certain solace
Inside a cardiac absolution every breathe is numbed

Mid-summer ventures through a drought unseen
Another desire becomes another thoughtless sin
A blackhole in making , a center stripped of remorse
Like the blind eye of a tornado eroding a cosmic theme

Deceptive icons residing in arteries of infallible rectitude
Blinded to this blackhole , ego is the visible solitude
But strangely a moment awaits deep inside the veins
Smoking life to this center , once that was deeply chewed

A chase for the same whirlwind, creates a radius of this center
The deep incisions of reality that sparks the suffering's inventor
Silver illusions of what was once felt like a doorway to hope
Is now locked up inside by the ashes of extreme surrender

Constricted by the wait, it wears the scars of innocence
it wears the cold memories , it wears the candid absence
Convulsion of infinite tears deepens the blackhole now
Provoking a misplaced foe that searches for a conscience

Subdued by conviction, when it needed a console
The artifacts of the center , this is pain on a payroll
The radius and the eye are the artists of such canvas
Sketching my heart black , blacker than the charcoal