RUMBLINGS

The words would flow out
Like a wrathful ocean’s gaze
Inexorably….. let them assault me

Flood the papers
Baptize your desires.
Rip your naked
And stage your realities

Which you muffle, so consciously.

Why is there so much fear
And suspicion?
Anarchy? And oodles of inhibition.
I hate this form of perversion
The fake smile of fake identities.

So, take this opportunity to be an
Individual.. in individualism’s vandalism.
Like a policeman of self.

Be one, if you have to
Show me the braver you
That lurks and hides in your fervor
Alienate yourself from the world
For a minute.
And ah! This is the narcotic
I am addicted to-
Your unaltered mind
Unaffected and defiant to time.