Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

There are no hands which are clean I have measured the weight of my love It is dark , black and lacks innocence The dirty staggered way it leads me into I have my own nature of impurity Coloquially inconsistent the two are And no more of tears to flow on The way the life takes me into flowing nervously at each step deep grudge have been the vacant heart Once and have now reduced to loneliness The miserable and the misery are void And may I not know what the misery is? To me whatever comes in between Have turned on as an addon To the constant vibes which are negative Negating myself to the positive note At last Lord has kept a negativity there So hopes bissect and clarity lacks now Treading high step by step to loosen the grip on preciousness This soul have been taught a lesson To succumb to toxic venations in me The meandering thoughts of desolation Have to continue with smiley vibes So that niether you nor anyone knows What I am or what I am into or upto?

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity, and there is nothing new under the sun.

I have my sincere heart for this world I am compassionate for the poor Yet I have not done things I want to The moron in me is sometimes naïve The pitiful agony of this world Cause me to have my love for them They are the part of my senses and blues Sentiments and love I have for them When the rich loot the richness The poor is again damned to the poorest To the beautiful earth I have my courage to kneed and waive the homes But do I have the richness? The alms and the bread they have For the day, little or scanty Make my soul ache and tears eyes Then where to start … I am doing my part in a small way I am insufficient and lack the force But dare to break the settings The equality lacks and peanuts suffice To the mentally broken and homeless To them my heart belongs For them my soul aches