Titled as untitled disgrace...

Thought-streak marks 'there' , intangible delights of my sensory serenity , glowing in the dark ,

Embalmed in cold smiles , willing to spark , to take a walk and pass the hours ,

But 'they' told me , its just another star , dying in its own class.



Strong grey post knockers , misinformed protestors marching , into the sensory serenity ,

Goaded by the false prick , into temporary harmers , causing disaster, etched forever , if ,

shores of the boundaries , in 'there' drift in purple , now be the disciple , so humble ,

But there is 'the' master , inside the disaster , called out the little inner.



And the water never too warm , to sustain , my aquatic quarter , my other remote corner ,

Cut out of natural nature , now inner folklore said ,

" - you believer , you drowner for pseudo charmer ,

knowing all the while , still a soul farmer."



Help conveniently , to , darkening the bleak deliverance , so told and believed , with borrowed colours ,

For tears of freedom , that could be , my sensory serenity falls , in daily chores of divine heresy,

But 'they' told me , its just another star , dying in its own class.



Hold the depths of frozen winds , blowing inside , suitably modified ,my sensory serenity ,

Has the black night as it smiles gaily , defying inner notion , so calm and desultory .

Taking in the voiceover , flat contours and hills , of the labyrinth built unkowingly , so serenely being discreet ,

In beautiful rivers of Pristine waters , look , mismatched is the sustaining laguhter, in the remote corner .



And the water never too warm , to sustain , my aquatic quarter , my other remote corner ,

cut out of natural nature , now inner folklore said,

" - you believer , you drowner for pseudo charmer ,

knowing all the while , still a soul farmer."



Touching the still life coming back , wanting to be , my sensory serenity tricked , of what if ,

road not taken , taken and true seed spread in the soilwork , continuity of ,

the knowing , that , the tide will freeze and light will cease to speak,

To get rid of this disease , antidote floating in the grey seas..

but 'they' told me , its just another star , dying in its own class.



Singled out beautifully by , the so called unheard prophecy , my sensory serenity smiles gullibly ,

believed into following , the false ecstasy of fallacy , comfortably in vertigo.

Theme for the Picture , never called out by object , dark blinding light , no flash-no shadow ,

reverse engineered in flowing skill , climbing up on , my,

'there' , sensory serenity , going down the up staircase. .





And the water never too warm , to sustain , my aquatic quarter , my other remote corner ,

cut out of natural nature , now inner folklore said,

" - you believer , you drowner for pseudo charmer ,

knowing all the while , still a soul farmer."





P.S : the Term " Sensory Serenity " taken from the song Themata by Karnivool.The line somehow stuck and i just had to fit it in.Do listen to it. Beautiful song. Cheers !