So silent is my heart that
Furore of mundane world is
Inaudible to me
I am an amalgam
...
Dark it is but having light within;
Light of knowledge;
and contemplation
Night of reading and soliloquizing;
...
The scintillating agony,
That makes my self hark on the horizons, Of pessimistic skies;
The squally mind, again
deserts me for a moment,
...
Eyes are window to soul and heart
Eyes see when open,
Eyes dream when closed,
Eyes smile,
...
Feral Heart
So silent is my heart that
Furore of mundane world is
Inaudible to me
I am an amalgam
Of contrasts and disputes
I am disputing with myself
Crumbling emotions hit me
Withering smiles decry me
Wavering intentions slag me off
I wish I were a caged bird when
Blistering with angst
I recollect, to return back
I find myself peeling from within
Out of the reason of mind
Of the rotten worldly knowledge
No way out then, no way out now
At least no idea of exit
Is what would have been there