An Unfinished Term

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Hayed:

Unbroken Tatters

Those tried for unjust causes,

Harmed all in their clauses,

Claimed to be from islands,

They are away from the tribands.

Alone is the path of lead,

Heat is the touch of thread,

Broken twine lies beneath,

Its time for another sheath.

Roads that lead the ride,

Bend onto a bigger tide,

The turn is broken,

Leaving tatters unbroken.

Unbroken tatters lie within…

Unbroken tatters lie between…

Unbroken tatters lie within…

Unbroken tatters lie between…

What is the cause of it?

The reason is not fit,

Time heals a mindless sorrow,

We wait for another tomorrow.

Nobody cares to see the light,

Nobody cares to take a sight,

Everyone cares to come away,

Why are we trying to be far away?

The future is not here,

To lie is as good as fear,

A bigger verse is outside,

Riding on a bigger tide.

Unbroken tatters lie within…

Unbroken tatters lie between…

Unbroken tatters lie within…

Unbroken tatters lie between…

Too Close to Proximity…

A time passed on,

With wounds away,

The life is long,

As he moved in sway.

The cream is left on blend,

It also reached an end,

The scare is on the edge,

He knows that there’s a ledge.

On the dawn was the hap,

Toward life there was a map,

A turn he took too gray,

Too close to proximity away.

Destination reached in a time,

All were there to climb,

Gleams were shot away,

To act as mad as may.

The dawn that came again,

Saw all the pride to gain,

Respect he lost a little,

Was it the start of a riddle?

To day it reminds a life,

What it was to strife,

Craze it was to haste,

Too close to proximity is taste.

The Present is always Passed

Again the tide has fallen,

To swallow all those trodden,

A sound that felt so distant,

Is now a lone resident.

Prayer is not a solution,

Without which there is a potion,

The time is right for toil,

Now we shall run the soil.

Tamed are those who wander,

To search for heaven in yonder,

Create in heaven a light,

One that will last the fight.

A brave old heart is left,

To fight among the dead,

Generations have passed on him,

And now the present is grim.

The present is always passed,

Among the ones not fast,

The time has drawn upon,

The one who is carried along.

Those in mind get higher,

For one that’s not desired,

A dust settles on them,

To cast a spell of stem.

Try however they would,

It will not be understood,

To those who don’t take air,

Will be left without despair.

The Boulevard of Time

Craze tamed him with time,

Merged it without crime,

Soul of the berth it left,

For all that was in debt.

Healed or so it seamed,

A lot had changed in lead,

The power of remembrance,

Created in him a vengeance.

Sought for a fight he lost,

Time failed to give a thought,

A forgotten past it seemed,

When he found time to scream.

Dream on…

Dream with a view on…

Dream on…

Ages went by,

In the southern most sky,

The time had come now,

To see what he had sowed.

Hatred was in the mind,

Even the spring didn’t mind,

The power of hate was now felt,

As there was lot to be dealt.

Time again passed,

The spring saw hate at last,

Fled they should have now,

For it was late and over now.

Dream on…

Dream with a view on…

Dream on…

The Angels don’t live here

Crying out in silence,

We crave for a glance,

For the world is in silence,

Forever on its stance.

The angels don’t live here…

The angels don’t live here…

The angels don’t live here…

The angels don’t live here…

They are dying on the pave,

No one to see their grave,

Screaming for a cloud,

It’s not heard though aloud.

The time has stood for eternity,

Close to serenity,

Pass or fade with the light,

There is still no one to flight.

The angels don’t live here…

The angels don’t live here…

The angels don’t live here…

The angels don’t live here…

No more life is left on hand,

And the crying is off the land,

There are many other lives,

Which have lost a lot in strife!

The angels don’t live here…

The angels don’t live here…

The angels don’t live here…

The angels don’t live here…

Some Convicted ‘Our’ Harmless

Praise is above the line,

Time is the path of crime,

A hero is still left behind,

On par with all that is blind.

Our lives are hurt by dream,

Or so it always seems,

Stealth is the reason to fear,

All the convicted are still here.

Some convicted our harmless,

Don’t know they could be homeless…

Creepers climb down on life,

Wasting time and giving strife,

Growing into the system,

It helps to find the Krypton.

Hidden away in the mind,

It’s all starting to bind,

Pulling out of the flesh,

The life has torn the mesh.

Some convicted our harmless,

Don’t know they could be homeless…

Hard are the lanes of verse,

Time now starts to reverse,

Falling down to the cot,

It’s a dream of the crazy lot.

To come to life is sighing,

Jumping out of the lying,

Don’t see what we had,

All we wanted was to be mad.

Some convicted our harmless,

Don’t know they could be homeless,

Finished Life

Are we dead to dear?

Thinking of the lost fear,

Raging angels also cry,

Craving because we are dry.

Leaves flow out of dreams,

Destroying all other screams,

Life is pulled away,

As weeps drag in a sway.

The horses gallop away,

Into the mist we give way,

Remembrance is a lost art,

Misguided like a bent dart.

The end comes sooner

than we think…

Only to those who

do not blink…

A bigger life we are to see,

If only we let off the spree,

A mind that has lost fences,

Shall never reach the trenches.

The rest are left in a lurch,

Life comes to another search,

Cries begin to be heard,

A finished life has reached the herd.

Generations have passed on,

Singing the lonely song,

A flagship is retained,

Of the human strain.

Cry for the world?

No trust left for time…

No dream meant for crying…

Find yourself in a lost rhyme...

When all you need is time.

To all of us this is life…

Where there has been only strife…

Many consider a blade…

Of what help is jade?

Screams heard from every corner…

There we find a loner…

Reason is not found…

Why he sits without sound?

Speak on the face…

Why you hide a race…

No friend or foe you are…

You can be called a lair.

Save the world from slime…

That’s what all are crying…

First save yourself from thee…

Is what we should be crying.

Hayed!

Crazy Sanity

Toward the sun everyone rose,

Finding life in a hazy doze,

Trying often to release a cry,

Revealing that which is a hide.

Binding to meet another one,

Seamless is the former sun,

Infinite dreams or so it seems,

Reaches to a place of screams.

Turning away from mourn,

It’s a time for another drone,

Circular is all that exists,

We hope for another crisis.

Hope is not always free,

To bind along a few trees,

The circle comes around,

To those who can’t be found.

Why we ask is this craze?

For all is still in a haze.

Thinking won’t get anywhere,

We find it only when we stare.

Realize it is all here,

When we didn’t even care,

Try hard but it’s too late,

All we now get is hate.

Reaching up was always tough,

Now we see the light in rough,

Journey that was haste,

It’s now one that we will hate.

Hayed