The mesmerized realms

Drifted by random winds,
He lands in gardens green.
Amidst tender roses and paper kings,
Is his hope of claiming rings?

Fumbling words in chirping joy,
Rumbling thoughts in her mystic cry.
Inked memories of walking the lines,
Does he wish for tender crimes?

Smitten by magnetic eyes,
Of his angel with flawless smiles.
Floating in clouds of fame,
Is he in the course of the game?

Arbitrary musings in distant flirtations,
Contrary thoughts in recitations.
Ringing bells in silent dreams,
Is he lost in the mesmerized realms?

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The path leading to nowhere

In the mob there is a lad,
Lost and sober in his thought.
A will to fight, a flame to survive,
In the wilder of this life.

Came to the world with a smile,
Laughed and cried in impeccable bliss.
Toyed with books never in place,
Smiling in the arms of his fairy.

Learned to walk fumbling and mumbling,
Being ironically comic in the crowd.
Rosy cheeks pulled with tender hands,
Pampered yet punished to be mould.

Years passed and he grew up,
Wishing for roses in disguise.
Is there mist in his eyes,
Of the dreams in which he cried.

Twisted but weaved is his story,
Rusted but chiming is his glory.
From immense despair to a perfect bliss,
Wish him luck for walking path leading to nowhere.

Salvaging incessant betrayal !

Pluck a rose to get pricked or fumble to tumble yet again,

A wish to have or a longing to survive?

In an attempt to weave a beginning,

Or a yearning to unravel mystic horizons?

Rumbling thoughts of peerless joy,

Or clinging to the hope of ecstasy?

Arbitraging from dusk to dawn,

In search of her magnetic eyes and flawless smiles?

Wandering around in woods dried up,
Beyond the horizons of civilizations green?
Dwindling hope of wishful sins,
Or bailing on chance to meet the angel?

A wish to smile or a hope to revive,
An urge to satisfy or a fame to glorify?

Perturbing dreams to clarify,

Or imbibing manna from her eyes?