Fragrant Freedom

Drifting rhythms of a smile

In resonance with the silent echoes

A void emanates

Emotions cackle as ethos scream

Inklings of paranoia I smell

Fragrance of freedom

Lost in transit the meanings within

The words on the yellow pages

Of a memoir,disposed of.

To the winds of change hopes prance

Upon memories poignant;the dreams-

A solace,amidst chaos

Sights set through vision obscure

Barefeet on barren lands,I walk

Lighting lamps in hearts

Meanwhile,peace stands tall

As egos fall

p.s- This is an experimental piece as I tried experimenting with structure and style, do away with rhymes.

A wilting bud

I am an illusion that dreams

Silent, yet unbridled conscious screams

Of ideas lost, and feelings mute

Intact, albeit with a void in pursuit


Feelings punctuated, while chaos persist
To the tunes of melancholy reasons cease
Mired in pretense,in hope faith quivers
With vexed sanity,lay mirth me-a tranquil tryst

Empty eyes on stoic faces, glances I sneak

Incoherent thoughts, their boundaries I tweak

With a smile-plastic, yet smeared with blood

I crawl, a spirit of sweat and mud, a wilting bud