TOGETHER

              In dreams, every other night I see walls crumbling down

              some are burnt to ashes  and others were knocked down

              some were vanishing, staying out of purpose

              while others were dragged to hell in a circus.

               People walked to new destinations

               they walked to new people, yet none was a stranger

               Hearts of solstice, and the power that is a harbinger

               thoughts of boundary-less nations

               A testimonial to their willfulness

              to accept the harder truths and come to justice.

             A prayer of a world together as one

             beyond the desires lay a heart so done 

             A fire that is consumed in its precipice

            and that blows out fumes of conflict and fits.

           A conflict when crossed comes understanding and pardon

          A war, when ended, comes suffering of a nation

         A fight when comes victory of the one

         A future when it's bleak comes the wisdom of a son.

          

   To every man to their own

A reckoning of reality,

Where art is not a mere escape shown

Where dreams are to be said aloud

In hopes of making a future never outgrown.

intertwining hands of  every nature and skin colour,

Of every class and order

"Together" is a slogan of their universe

"Love" is an end of every curse

Corrupt minds of concurrence 

Are the ones to be left behind

A curse to minds that cannot struggle within the conscience

This belief of the human mind is the future of a kind.

The future may seem so uncertain

While togetherness is a question

And a passage to unity

The unity that lasts for eternity.

This passage is to be held onto

while we are to be a wreak

and for us to fall into 

It's a curse we break

And a destiny that awaits its awakening.

Alone and together we will unite the world

Create a picture that sings a symphony

A note that strikes in a melody

united we are in a harmony.

        

                                       

ForEver

If you were to be mine

chase away your lies

for I will try and try

till I wish my heart was dead.

My name will be yours

even after I die

and I will be the warmth

till this winter and the ones that will come pass by.

Forever will be our pride

the only label that we will be known for.

If you were to be mine 

so will I be yours.

What LOVE feels Like

 

Love feels like 

an iceberg sinking in the water 

hay of grass lying around on a riverbank

a piece of paper beneath a mountain of books.

Love feels like 

you are drowning 

dreaming of impossibilities 

but also looking at a blank space ahead.

Love feels like 

you are trapped in a stampede

picking fruits on a desert land

and studying a sea of silent eyes.

Love feels like 

it is violent in its kindness

chaos in its peace

and burnt ashes while it is still alive.

Love feels like 

it is not what it is supposed to be 

a code that  cannot be deciphered

Yet we still hang into it. 

Villain from the Masses

 I never liked heroes 

especially the ones with capes

They might be able to fly

look good in a suit and tie 

push themselves over a mountain so high

paint a picture of the future so bright.

I never liked heroes 

that put themselves at the last

their families a sacrifice 

and their children with expectations at a price

I never liked heroes 

because they choose to fight 

when there is nothing left

and their homes keep changing

within a world that is bereft

I never liked heroes 

because they are crusaders of good 

but only when bad is so bad 

that their good shines its own light

I never liked heroes 

because they fixed bigger wrongs 

while the smaller ones

have no right left in them 

I never liked heroes 

nor the villains 

for I was the middle ground 

the runt of the litter 

The one legion none of them care for 

I am the one alive 

injust for the greater good

but on the verge 

of ending in the greater dark

a Villain from the masses.

HASHISH

I breathe the air 

an involuntary affair

in goes jeopardy

a will that suffocates me

12 stations of the moon 

and 12 stations of the sun

you hear me suffer

in 12 versions of the hell

The smoke I walk into 

cascades down a memory lane 

I presume your faces 

guilt that turns into pain

I didn't realize the need I have for you

my mobile phone is a placebo 

that I devour with no inhibitions

taking in all the love it can give.

These 7 oceans 

7 circles of hell 

I cross through every day

Yet I cannot bridge this gap 

that is between home and me

Curse of the consciousness

 Conscience is a plethora of images

constant parallels of universe 

the quarrel of culture and inhibitive instinct for instance 

But there are more and many more stages

the birth of the phantom dragon is a consequesce 

of the blood and thirst of a mother dragon

Mother bathed in conscience all along

a culture that couldn't disperse or reverse

time couldn't change and she hung on and on and on

The culture was a defiant trait

and the phantom in me never stood a chance

against its bait.

Secure, insecure, scared or to be scared,

confident or to be ashamed

never were the consequences straight.

The only solution was a mask that shows a lie.

Many more masks have been built along.

I and my dragon were never once seen among.

Conscience was all we could rely on.

and when midnight struck we crumbled upon

Let ourselves out and the next day we carried on. 

"Architects of dreams"

What we are grilled into as a child is what we have developed as our conscience

Our parents, culture, society, peers, and education plays a definitive role in the development of our conscience.

But with such many characteristics being developed within and some traits seeping into our subconscious behavioral characteristics, we seem to forget how complex conscience is. 

There are daydreams, mental images of desires and things we look upon and will for.

All the form the unconscious images and together with the complexities of our consciousness for the dreams.

These articulate our behavior patterns and inturn our stimuli or responses to situations.

This is when we learn to control our expressions, our responses .

With culture playing a major role in it we learn to hide our true selves.

Thus building masks as we go on.

Building a persona that is to be deemed acceptable by people around. 

and you succumb to these people around, 

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Tales from Noera. 

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Phantom Dragon

 

"Just as our free will clashes with necessity in the outside world, So it also finds its limits outside 
the field of consciousness in the subjective inner world where it comes into conflict with facts of the self"
                                                                        -Carl Jung

                                             

                                                     To a child reality is what we see

                                                     To a child the 'I'is an object

                                                        an entity within a group,  

                                              a mask of pride reveling in the prospect.

                            little do we realize the shadows barred by mystique and conscience.

                                         shadows that surround the dragon sealing it within

                                                               clearly out of view

                                       images of a childhood unknown that hounded 

                                           let everything die down behind the mask

                                       Marred by the resilience of elders that care too much.

                                                             Sealed,

                                                             Scathed,

                                                             Suffered, 

                                                        and simply agitated.

                                      One shadow at a time turned into memories of past

                                the dragon's view flourished and the child within grew among many fates.

                                    Memories that turned embers to flames and flames to the fire 

                                   transformed shadows of the dragon into the phantom of free will.

                                        And as these flames blew so did the child grow

                                       

                                                The 'I' was not an object anymore 

                                                The 'I' knew more to not belong to what has been foretold

                                                The 'I' grew out of the mask it adorned.

                                        The reality of freedom was not just a  concept no more

                                            It resonates, personifies, and dissipates  itself 

                                                  to the equilibrium of ego found.

                    

                                                         A statutory war within,

                                                  one to be as an enigma within the crowd,

                                          and to break the mask, only crown that makes it proud.

                                          

                                                   Revealing the phantom dragon 

                                                     A force of nature if you will 

                                               Out of the clutches of the fate presumed.

                                          Letting the fire engulf self and stage art that befits 

                                                  

    

"Once the ego has achieved sufficient autonomy and a measure of control of consciousness, the feeling of personal freedom becomes a strong feature of subjective reality. throughout childhood and adolescence, the range of personal freedom is tested, challenged, and expanded. 
Typically a young person lives with an illusion of much greater self-control and free will than is psychologically true. All limitations on freedom seem to be imposed from the outside, from society and external regulations and there is little awareness of How ego is just as much controlled from within. Closer reflection reveals that one is as enslaved to one's own character structure and inner demons as to the external authority. Often this is not realized until the second half of life when there is typically a dawning awareness that one is one's own worst enemy, Harshestcritic and severest taskmaster. Fate is spun from within as well as dictated from without" 
                                           - From "Map of the soul: Persona" by Murray Stein.  

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Tales from Noera