Fearless Lines

Atimes when life rolls in people to you at a flip of your fingers to aid during your trials, sit back and relax, then ask yourself...at what price is this coming? So far, help comes atimes to us not on the platform of we being vulnerable or a state of our weaknesses, but mostly to be mocked at the end for the help being rendered. Not all who stands by you in your trial seasons are indeed true and pure. There's a price for everything, even in free town.

A path with a road sign is always easy to tread, attempting paths with no clues or signs could extend a journey of an hour to a day's ride.The essence of life is rested on the creed of what we believe in and what those ahead of us once experienced, in their light we will excel. A man who walks alone is like a sojourner in a forbidden land, ignorance is not the excuse but death will be the price.

I In a world of ills and strifes, Of dreadful dreams and unholy thoughts, Our sweats flow along side with our blood, We strive just to be remain alive, Without the knowledge that all is a badge of lies and deciet. But do we really need to fall from grace? Lest' we put down the weapons we fight with!!! II Time ticks and waits for no one, Days unraveled into weeks, And months metamorphosed into years, Leaving its trail behind like growth of an onion, Shedding and adding up fleshes of skin for its covering... III Thus; we dine in that realm of chasing lies as the truth, And languish in the pool of the deceit we've been fed with, And for every passing of each day feels like a true fulfilment of humanity, We then burn and waste away like calories of a giant, Seeming like every piece of it dies in our expression, And at the wake of the next morning, If there are no lies in truth clothing to cook up for us again, Then we are fought by them just to prove thei...

I With the tickles of life, When we flee from the errors of our deeds, What happens when we get stucked at the junction of evil, And get served in return with the blunt side of a sword. What cometh of life if the heart we destroyed, Comes back for a repair. II When a specialist in heart breaking becomes the heart broken, When karma showers its love on your descendant as course of your action, When the fathers eat the grape and the children gnash their teeth. What happens when your head is on pike with the gent, Lacing your breath with lethal, and your soul watches its body, Trapped in a pit of your own venom. III What happens when the pain you despise, Becomes your life time partner. When the hunter becomes the hunted. What happens when the host get scared of the prey, And darkness doesn't see light as contender, But gets scared of her own darkness. IV What happens when good is trapped up by the excesses of evil, And bad is the only result for everything, ...

They say that the mind is the seat of thought, well one thing that has been a great challenge for the mind is to conceal and limit the needs of men. We need something greater, it is called...CONTENTMENT.

Distance may truly appear like miles away but the very core of everyone's heart lies at the bottom where our treasure lies.

I The quest for more has always been the peak of men, As contentment call it a day for many. With a bingo is a task done accurately, After a pinch reveals the helpless state of reality, Indeed, nothing seems untrue as realities of life. II Paul may plant and apollos water, So in that light we are but the roots never sprout in the fragrance of sunlight, We hold still, yet far close to the dawn of time. We dig to find eartly treasures but Hell's pleasures we found, As tornados grew making us grovel on the path where our feet couldn't stand again. III A cobweb is all you can see, Laying it on as though it's a place of succor. Alas! A little strands of lining you felt, Your strength are no longer sensed for your weaknesses are fully fed. Wake up! You are trapped already. IV In this tide we roll, From this tale we grew in the light of it's morals, Beauty seems like perfection warding off our lies, Beneath our beginnings lie our...

I Ti-ke-re, ti-ke-re, The sound hurls in its awareness to me, Kre-ke-ke-ke, the tune changed but really audible, A cricket or a cockroach, A rat or the hanger on the door side it must be. II Slightly i opened my eyes to see who cometh thou, A boxer and a singlet i saw dangling on the plains of human skin, From toes to the head i analysed the physique. III "So it's you," i opined. "Ssshhhs" i heard from him. "Uncle please stop" "keep quiet little sis" he replied!!! "Uncle this isn't your room, please go" Sshh, till the hymen is breached. IV A game of parasite and the prey he thinks, A commensal who feeds with no footprints he thinks it would end up to. Until Months pearched as her body reveals the blessings of Uncle's fingerprints, The evidence of the action is revealed to everyone. V Time to lay off the eggs has come, Time to make them hatch is here, As Uncle sends little...

I Life has been felt as death unfolds, And death has truly been seen as life revolves. As now i can see the true nature of this agent in a mirror, Like the Trident of a Trojan warrior, Seeking for the seat of a throne. II She poised into every living thing, Scooped the minds of objects, Hoping to end the terrace of human by a simple touch through her infirmities. III She claims to be the death that rises from the life in human, And the very life that separates the dead from the living, She proves to be the unburied death resurrecting back to life. IV But then the adherent of this realm believes That you can only get saved by simple ablution and social distancing, To turn off foes and friends waiting not to see the humor on their faces. Parent against their children in no desire to see their return from their sojourned lands. V Indeed, the scent of nature has turned against human, For they could not inhale the breeze by the mask they carry. ...