REFUSE, REBEL, REVOLT

Dear Reader.., Do your desires too are too substantial to be true? Does prophesy turns you blue? Do companions scheme behind you? Keep dreamin', until your dream comes true. No one's clairvoyant, don't fall for false prophesying. Toil and smile, 'til blue turns the hue. Dear Reader.., Did you ever sleep enclosing salt streams? Did you ever say goodbye with a heart full of sighs? Did you ever live the life like you were the next one to die? The morning comes all streams shine under sun. The day starts with someone new, you no more mourn over memories. You see setting sun marking the birth of moon. Dear Reader.., Have you ever seen someone suffering so much yet smilin' the smile of hope? Have you ever seen man having nothing in hand but with a giving heart? Their smile is the aid of the wounds of bullet and Blade. It's hard to hide vacant vaults, than to hide mad mystic mind. Dear Reader.., Have you ever preached twenty tint teachings? Have you ever tried to misgu...

Siren in her ears going up to the mind, not perfectly executed crime, sinews and sanguine sign all over the table, where they used to dine. Three summers passed in infatuation, she wanted it to be longer, he wished poise instead. She ratified her guilt of killing two earthlings. One lying down in blood-bath, the other died in her afore. They inquired of the other body. she replied,"wasn't formed yet, I killed before it could exist." Whole time she glared at the window, where they saw beautiful morns and experienced thunderstorms. It was dark that eve, no spark in the roaring sky, all poisoned i-v-y. Fate took her exactly  where she belonged, I think it should've been prison, not the graveyard nearby. Who stole the missing pendent.? Why she had marks  of being chained for a long time.? What was the use of fentanyl, when she didn't have any physical protruding pain.? They think she did it; but they couldn't prove it. She think he did it; but she couldn't pro...

Devil and demons dug me deep and dive in through. Bones veer scarlet, body turns out blue. I pray more, believe less. I dream more, sleep less. I need to fix my faith, to fix my curriculum vitae. Built too many junctions  in path to reach the beneficient. At every junction, I lose some, some energy, some inklings. I gain some, some incredulity, some agnosticism. I chant one God's hymns but hymn differs with God. They squint and solemnly say, God is all-compassing and all-complex too. When they prostrate, anxiety and strain vacant rooms and they elucidate all intricate patterns. My lord, you back forgiveness, you protect world and heavens. Preceptors and religion abet punishment and profess your protection in parallel. My deeds are way more religious than my prayers and repentance. You own numerous appellations. You descended manual and scriptures for man in every era. All appended peace and humanity, just contrasted the way to call upon you. Last Sunday, I saw mortals brawling over...