The Lion that ate a horse heart

Once upon a time, Courage of a feline
met a humbly equine in pride
it stalked and finally acquitance

By eden, the once equine
was nothing but a mere
sag of grace
given the attention of divine

Alas, ends in confine
as the conscious of the feline
by self gaine
thru benovalence.

Gymnopédie No.1

Strategic foresight

As one gets older,
without a foresight of the future,
from recent upcoming,
or distance uprising;

One becomes a wanderer,
clinging to old past,
of unfortunate downbriging,
or the painful unforgiving.

Lost not the foresight of path,
life brings horror of destruction,
in one's journey of choosing,
pick no stone, but the hidden abstrute
OF LIFE.

The 6 of us

Life comes and go,
all started with acquaintances,
followed to classmates,
and now friends.

Weird, it's like a high school reunion,
we all grow up, we all changed,
but eventually, we all sticked,
owed all to our shared past.

It's the background and past,
that brings us all together.
Despite all

This post was made a month ago and never got completed,
been pondering,
then procrastinated,
finally, displacing;
even when it's incomplete.

Unusual, but things have changed drastically in life,
we all ride towards the light,
or in search of purpose,
and expedition of self-realisation.
Under it all, to find something, higher of value then life.

Where do one stand amongst all the rest?
When does one know, that a purpose if found?
Why the purpose?
Which is the path of enlightenment?
Whom to one seek?

Life is full of questions,
in reality, one realises,
there are no answers,
to questions.

CYCLE.

The cake is a lie

It's been so long,
the memoirs of a young boy,
to his teenagelife into adulthood.
All not the least unrecorded,
in civilise time.
The demonstrative, sentimenting, frivolous , bold,
clandestine, agonising, deceptive, ferocity etc.
of one.

Voluptous emancipated in oneself,
as thy strive upon a seeker.
Whether or not a seeker or annoyed,
is pragmatic.

I endulge in nostalgy of oneself.
But the reality of aging,
does indeed modify ones mind.

Studying? Perhaps a delusion,
peace and happiness?
Another form of avertness.
To whom to judge?

Berserk

I'm currently in berserk mode now,
driving myself insane.
I dunno why,
I've stop listening to what's important,
and enjoy screwing myself up.
Life is like so insane I cant keep up,
I've lost track of things,
not listening, not paying attention,
not doing, not dealing; hell...


Should I go see a psychologist?
Before it gets worst?
I dunno..........

Clandestine

clandestine, sheeted under noses.
Invisible to the naked eye of physical,
nor understood intellectually.

clandestine, synonyms to secrets,
unlike bold and hidden,
it's more a soothing of dreams.

Like running violin strings with a bow,
the melody so soothing,
that imagination and dreams break lose.

The mind of oneself,
plays the music in clandestine,
whatever the melody is,
is kept-furtive.



I'm losing touch with my other nature,
perhaps it's ones very own succumbs,
to the steps of a dance,
follow the rhythm and let it bend into one,
blinded and deaf,
good or bad, I must be wary at all cost.
The controversy here is the title itself,
clandestine is of unknown of ones identity,
and hidden only visible to ones very own mind.
Perhaps....