Tuesday, 4 December 2018

Connoisseur of Cruelty

Love . Smile . Peace .
Break them .
Wars , hate , greed .
Fake them . 

Life begins now at a productive angle,
Rather now a monkey with an unwavering dangle.
Trust of the self ,
Becomes the ultimate test .

Foolproof it may be ,
But creativity has always bared three;
Silhouettes of symphonies ,
Generating chronic memories .

Somewhere , someone cries out !
I hear it ! It’s evolution , it will die out .
Why push me further ? Can’t you hear the cracks ?
Bear with you a little ? so you can fill my head with facts? 

You say passion and fill my head with fashion
I want action and y’all can’t get that traction 
Had to look into certain Wells ,
To see how long each heart fells 

Now you can see exactly what I can do ,
Even though it’s not even half of what you want me to .
I’ll paint each verse with plagues from my veins 
Each work I make is art in my domain .

  • Vinayak Madhu Menon Ravunniarath 





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