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Poems about dreams, mysticism and inner battles part 5

Updated on January 25, 2012

The time has come

These moments are so prolonged

The days go so slow,

Postponing every night for the next day,

The better days!

But it’s coming...


Drugs to sedate me

Indulged in me

For months of no daylight

Screaming in the midst of chaos

My disguise!

And it’s coming…


Tasting my own blood

Bedabbled with mud

Probing all the wounded memories

I try to remind myself of my desired destiny

I testify to justify

Memories come rushing in a duststorm...


The time has come!

My extraordinary evidence for my extraordinary claim!

The final bell waiting to ring

For my long awaited fame.


Restless time room full of smoke

Barring the sunshine through the window pane

Probation of frustration

Impatient mind

The time has come...


All the failures I endured

Observing the slow and lasting decay

Your denial letter of feelingless thorns, my hands still red

Stains of bloodshed,

But destiny’s on my forehead...


I’m in the throes of my greatest creation ever

One of these days out of nowhere

I shall come

And grab time’s leg before it’s too late.


I’ve been living a lie

And waiting for tomorrow

You won’t even care to know

How did I survive all this time

How I abnegated myself from all the beauties of life

Memories come rushing in a duststorm...

The time has come.

I shall live for the pain

The sacrifices I made

I will never be forgiven if I move on now

Memories come rushing in a duststorm...

The time has come!

My extraordinary evidence for my extraordinary claim

The final bell waiting to ring for my long awaited reply

I shall silence the whole damn universe

Stop time since the first cause

Nothing you shall hear other than my voice.


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