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My tombs of desire have been ravaged,
still there's no sign of a resurrection,
all the ghosts of my numerous avatars are lurking like fire-flies around the debris of my gibberish death, 
still its not justified my lord.
Its true that one gets hurt by self or others.
So what that you're selfish or not. 
Just keep on choosing & rejecting.

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Well, again those searching of the non-existent realities creep in. Open in an empty ship the lies get you and I dont remember telling them. You dont know how to tell a lie from a truth. No, no, this is actually useless. I stop in the midway of the desert and again get inside those wrecks of order. Dismantling the base of the never real logic, what do we find? Isn't it the same world of protagonism. You only know yourself, how far you reach its just you that you see. Stop fooling around the baton of assertion. You should know the third law. Sorrry, for whatever I have lost. And they have lost without even knowing. I just stand informed.

My Black Roses

My Black Roses

Surely its not unprovocative.

But My Black Roses

which i have to bestow on the tombs of their desire.

My desire.

They always leave me numb.

How i am sure about the inevitability.

The epitaph saying the fortune of a failure.

but i like pain, not numbness.

My Black Roses

seem pretty unnatural.

Because i see them that way.

This is not the same road which people walk.

This is rather chosenly and artificially different.

Anything but ordinary!

I can not take that.

But if i am artificial,

if i am not natural,

i am abnormal,

does it change the doors?

does it care to change the expression

of someone crying or smiling?

But my black roses

stay with me.

Not the blackness

Not the thorns

But my black roses

make me feel.

Ok, i am numb, made up.

But, I feel.

So, please forgive me, you all,

and please smile.

Rambling

sure, tormented times beget worried souls
it also creates a unique individuality
a self-emancipating personality
he taught to teach instead of cheating and torment was responsible
he stopped discriminating.
And now the machine has started again, alas, alas, sorry.