This is a collaborative work with my friend Aquib, who also happens to be one of my favourites here!
Sheen- (me in italics)
As black as the charcoal,
Tantamount to shimmery calmness,
These when given perchance
Smothered to give the belligerent eminence.
Our reveries
Burnt down to numb, frowned ashes.
Contemplated musings
Rise up as rusted-red, glittery yellow flames.
This black beauty
Espoused many dignitaries.
Ardent zeal for the fuel
Caused ordeal of disharmony.
We burn
Underneath the canopy of worldly
Conventions, lacklustre rejections.
The nature cries at their,
Shambling incense,
Burning their morals and conscience
Their lustre succumbing to ashes.
Brittle scowls, porous screams go unheard
Until hollow darkness swallows
our dead wishes’ remains.
Until our souls turn to cold, dark charcoal.
The odyssey of life,
We ace the superficiality
But lies in the heart of charcoal .
The priceless, that was,
moulding and transforming
Throughout these ages.
Now we shimmer,
Sublime, crystal dead souls with no hues.
Voiceless voids in grief-stricken bodies
Underneath the canopy of worldly
Conventions, glamorous exceptions.
Choked, tangled perceptions
Enclosed in scarlet, black just coffins
Marked by desires, lust and greed.
We shimmer,
In the name of diamonds.
The diamond from the
Amorphous carbon,
Voicing the enigmatic tale,
Pellucid human being,
behind the glitzy wall
Pervicacious, furiously
tasting this insatiate greed.
Among these, it wasn’t the carbon
But equivocally, human bleeds.
© !ns¡ght & Cereus Florus. 2018.
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