Sense on leave

Life grounded. Sounds of vehicles

Merge with cries of various classes and

Sameness shamelessly defeats the newness
of all kinds

Imprisoned in poisoned melancholy of frozen
thoughts

Icebergs are upside down smirking at the
mountains,

Silence measured, calculated.

On the other hand, leaves are drying up

Ponds, lakes covered with brown fatigue.

Sky laughs with innumerable teeth

Of basic hanging colors, white, black, gray,

Nothing rises above the focus. Faiths of
bullets, guns

And incredibly visible sharpness of arms

Are awed with respect from all corners;

Horizons have merged into a ball

Replete with the hunger of hired anger;

Known result of stagnation, starvation

Horror, terror has scrapped all other

Impotent words from the dictionaries.

Green leaves that dare to peek, rainbows
that connect

Troubled floors are royally ignored;

Dumped in the confines of writers

Never to be read or heard,

Creativity lies in the destruction of life.

The world that was born years ago

With a lot of care is all set to be
destroyed with intelligence,

On sabbatical smokes hibernates
the sense.

04 August 2014