10-Mar-2011

Beast Route


Stalking away in the dark
Preying on my elusive destiny
Stooping fate tempts me
“take a turn back, crossroads ahead”
Lying- complaining
Cribbing-running
Passing destinations –in search of a fake one.


I pause, to breath.
Broken mirrors reflecting everywhere
Mirages, your past and future;
Condemning the present to a stabbed death.



I breath, to run.
1000 swords drawn
A Question, a life and 998 options.
Chasing in the blackhole of stuffed answers



Shackled, the beast runs,
Chain melting, as flames salsa
With every thought burned
Every alternative charred.

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