Highest Point

The highest point of the day finally came,
All the four were barely sane,
The past became present, the present was gone,
They danced in merry; The Bygones!
The kids came to play as inhibitions were at bay,
Like experienced campaigners we needed no foreplay,
We bounced in mirth through highs and lows,
Reminiscing about all the seeds we sowed!
Pink was the official colour of the night,
We were slaves to it's powerful might,
The dark side of the moon made us comfortably numb,
As the division bell echoed in our deepest ear drum!
It was time then for round 2,
and we felt bound to,
So the carpenter began his work with diligence,
as we looked upon with delinquent innocence.
The baton was ready and the relay began,
It moved ever so slowly, but we cared a damn!
Lesser the pace, higher the base,
We had championed the art, were already an ace.
Suddenly a void enveloped my mind,
I was cramming for air every second in time,
There it was, in front of my eyes,
Reminding me of our last good byes!!!

RaGe

It was like talking to a known stranger,
A Deja-vu, i think.
The contrasting color blinded my wounded eye,
leaving me with a few pictures from the fictitious past.
The voice as calm as a still lake,
still creates a ripple of anger inside me,
swells like gigantic walls that submerge every bit of reason akin to me.
A murder is a murder after all,
No big deal about it.
To kill is only playing a fiddle to the creator.
Because an end is inevitable, of everything that exists.
And so it came to a permanent restive state,
changing my life, my uncontrollable fate.
Like a sledge hammer, it smashed my supple scalp,
sent my world into a tizzy, a hole full of crap!
Shit happens!
I know it too!
But when its red with blood, it scares the damn out of you!
There ain't no trial, not even any accused,
No value of blood that flowed so profuse.
Tether me somebody,
for i madly want to change.
Succumb to my new King,
my growing internal rage.
Has sanity lost all substance?
Then why is the world so insane?
Listen up-Gravity does exist,
It wasn't simply Newton’s stairway to fame.
Why is everyone masked?
Ashamed of their existence???
Courage is history, Loyalty-a dirty past.
The veiled in the contemporary world are omnipresent;
Betrayal and cowardice have won the crown at last.
Am i the only one who can see-that too through a bleeding eye?
Nothing available for appendage,
No one to tell me why...