Tortured in a world Of fooligh tyranny, Choked by pangs of Asinine prohibitions
Struggling,battling,striving- Waging a war,valiantly. Learning,growing,sprouting- Realizing a truth,silently. Wandering unfocused along
Random alleys of jigsawed perspectives. Borrowed,flavoured,coloured- Truth becomes redundant,mercilessly. The self is god,salvation worship Beyond the cordon of a selfish realm Endeavor is sacrilege. Moksha,nirvana,exaltation- The goal beckons,lustfully. Tortured in a world Of fooligh tyranny, Choked bu pangs of Asinine prohibitions. Of futile furnishings and Apocryphal altruisms, Scalding,searing,scorching- Vision burns within,flaringly. Ingratiatingly,the beacon of clarity apparates, Dissolving the fog in spates Untill pain ceases to matter Vagary slaughtered at the Altar.
What stayed with you?
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