It was a search.
Beyond the torch.
It was a start.
Far away in a sort.
It looked ahead.
Away from the tread.
Mind you it is near.
And it is very dear.
Category: Actions
It was a fraction.
It was a simple fraction.
It had a solution.
It was an easy solution.
Lo! it evaded a resolution.
Is it because I lost reason?
Round and round goes the clock.
It is a rotation of its little hands.
Round and round goes the earth.
It is a revolution on its own axis.
Round and round goes the Man.
It is a movement to circulate physically.
Round and round he craves in.
It is a motion to spread slander.
The clock shows time in precision.
Enacting day and night in decision.
The earth extends to life a bounty
Enlivening men and animals to a dainty.
Man breeds enmity in a concealed security.
He nurtures vengeance in a confided intimacy.
Killing one another is his discreet strategy.
Annihilating the existence in totality.
It is a style of living.
It is a lively visualizing.
It tells a lot of the being.
It is an honorable cruising.
The style gives a count.
It writes up an account.
Tells us about the deals paramount.
That adds up to the surmount.
The style reveals the person’s identity.
It portrays the scope of his individuality.
It measures the scale of his virtuosity.
It discerns his nature with an assiduity.
It is the style that makes a man.
It is the style that calls him a gentleman.
It is the style that hails him a good human.
It is the style that makes him a creditable man.
Vampires existed in folk-lore.
They were depicted in tales of yore.
They created a bloody sore.
They sucked the blood to the core.
Mythology abounds with their horror portraits
Greeks and Romans spoke of their terror straight.
Christianity refers allegorically to their existence in trait.
Asians represent the being with hair hanging upright.
Vampires are no more myths in the real sense.
They are found almost in every place over the fence.
Oppression is a sign of drinking blood beyond the lens.
The powerful go about with unmindful impertinence.
The potent do play a havoc with rigour.
The cheats out beat them by their trigger.
Treachery is a connivance that creates a snigger.
Ruthlessness is an atrocity that condemns all others to a meagre.
There are innumerable sects of vampires in society.
As countless incidents contribute to their impropriety.
Folk-lore did not pass on anything without sobriety.
Nevertheless the stories of vampires kindle our anxiety.
A senseless attack kept her unperturbed.
It made others disturbed.
The basis of the barrage was manoeuvred.
It created a silence laboured.
A brutal character assassination left her undeterred.
It instilled an uneasiness deferred.
The fundamental diagnosis was uncivilised.
It designed a hypothetical thesis unsolicited.
A dishevelled verbal dialogue broke the concurrence.
She maintained a composed resilience.
The outbursts slowly dwindled to a weak subservience.
The chaos was none the less a misguided occurrence.
The peevish outcry was one of jealous insurgence.
There developed a gradual resurgence.
She smilingly endured the consequence.
She valiantly emerged a victor out of the turbulence.
Categories
The Hierarchy
It is all
knowing breed.
It is all accepting creed.
It is all directing lead.
It is all-purpose feed.
It is all amassing greed.
It is the all growing need
It is all germinating seed.
It is all flourishing deed.
It is all nourishing weed.
If all these supersede.
If all these exceed.
If all these accede.
If all these proceed.
If all these succeed.
There would be a stampede.
There would be a great impede.
Promulgating a fall in speed.
Likely to be ignorance.
It is a pretext of innocence.
It is a mask for foolish deliverance.
It is a camouflage of avaricious indulgence.
It is a manipulation to grab with hurried semblance.
Succeeding the duo march with egoistic diligence.
Unaware of the pits that are ahead of their reference.
Their momentary success is reflected in their impertinence.
Time waits for no man’s observance.
The duo find them in an entrapped inference.
Their ill earned money undergoes a disappearance.
Their undeserved pride stifles them to a grievance.
Gradually they fade away from the limelight presence.
Left in a torrential outpouring.
It was not literally raining.
It was an abstract kindling.
Leaving an uneasy steering.
Unfurling a static feeling.
Creating a sensation inundating.
Fostering a lusterless shimmering.
Oh! it was a situation annihilating.
A destitution was set in a fumbling.
A desperation settled in a quickening.
The forehead strained into a narrowing.
The eyes were profoundly welling.
The nose was quickly twitching.
The mouth was angrily snorting.
The cheeks were fiercely burning.
The scenario was one overturning.
The good lost their sensible thriving.
The bad gained a plausible living.
Initiating a contradictory resolving.
The world revolves in a fleecing.
The genuine go about in a silent enlivening.
The cheats get along with a merriment enhancing.
There is nothing else
truly amazing.
There he shoots.
Is it to runaway with a boot?
Or else to enter into a loot?
Much more to unplug the root.
More so to express hatred in a hoot.
Nay it is to kill the devotees in a sudden shoot.
Drastically to kill kids in an unexpected offshoot.
Thus introducing a bloody route.
Indeed the deal is beyond compute.
The aftermath is chronically acute.
Please, call him a wicked brute.
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