REPEATED IMPETUS
ON A ROLL ,IN THE HOLE ,ON A PAYROLL .
IN THE NAME OF A NAME ,SAME NAME IN THE LANE .
PIN DROPS, TRIP’S FLAW’S, CLIPS OF A DOLL .
BEAUTIFUL COLORS OF THE POWER OF A SURPRISE.
TOO DARK, SOME LOOSE STARS ,NOTES OF A GODLY SCAR.
SCARES ME AGAIN FROM THE HIDDEN MEANING OF A DAYS HOUR.
WORRYING ME IN THE MIND OF HE WHO IS INVISIBLE
UNSATISFIED TROUBLE OF A DEPRESSING DRIBBLE
TO KNOW WHERE IS IT ,OR IS IT JUST THE GAME OF DOUBLE.
SHOOTING BIRDS IN THE DARK ROOM FULL OF SHADOWS,
BREATH STOPPING WORKS OF AN INCREDIBLE STIFFNESS IN WATERS HOLLOW.
-DIVIJ.B.C
Spirit Fighter.
He is a soldier of this fantasy land were there are spirits and souls in the environment some free and
some have to be released which act like random energies and become demonic when taken over by the demonic
souls . These spirit fighters during their time in wars kill demonic souls and take over the spirits in them and collect
them(which are stored in the soul carrier on their shoulders) and later use in next battles.
the spirit fighters are weapons themselves in their previous stage of evolution while their fathers are alive.and after the death of their fathers
they are made to undergo a biological evolution with the help of the soul that over the period of wars during their
fathers war rigime gets stuck inside the weapon and never leaves the weapon which later at the time of evolution of
the weapon (which are the soldiers)share the soul partially with the soldiers by a spiritual bonding and be their soul
mates for the rest of their lives although they have their own individual physical identity.and as the soul gets shared
now it no longer remains a just a spirit bearing soul but becomes subject to the physical universe and so the soul has
to take a physical form during the evolution of the weapon in to a soldier(and it takes the form as soul carrier) which
is the need for that evolution to take place.
And once the weapons have evolved into soldiers they have to sacrifice
their siblings in the same manner as their fathers did to create the next weapon which acts as a spirit conductor
because of its pure unpolluted form, withuot a thought in it whatsoever. And these soldiers, the spirit fighters are one
of the categories of their army with other categories such as spirit monks ,spirit healers,spirit watchers ,sprit
spellers,spirit guards and many more…
He wants me to be Blind
Irritating black holes,
attracting mind poles.
Help help the Savior to decide the souls.
Magnifying the illusions,
to stay back home confronting true notions.
Predefined definitions ,
blocking the ray of amplification.
Truth stays back in the goal of specification.
-Divij.B.C
Strangers Talking
Seeing through the blinded eyes ,strangers talking.
Awakened through a broken sign,
depriving rhyme.
Going through the envisioned life ,
speaking in a mime.
Astral projections through a viral communication,
lines not joining to make the consolidation .
Spell bound in the white spaces,
cannot hold on to the black devotion.
And for unknown reasons strangers talking.
-Divij.B.C
See Through
How would you deny the fact that u like that,
how would you accept the fact that you deny that.
How would you catch the day that’s flying by,
how would you fly the day your caught back.
In an intrusion how will you stand high,
laugh out your way to quit your loves lie.
Chemical shapes ,wooden iron escapes,
Flags flapping around to clear the base.
Hundreds of see through’s in a cement block
to make a hidden chase.
-Divij.B.C
THe soul
this beautiful thing has been engraved,
i will find life no matter u put me in whichever grave .
its a childs play ,
that i am persuaded to be brave.
who saw the truth
for this is an illusion ,
widespread oceans to seeforth the intutions.
making faces in clay
something’s wrong in that replay.
hope this fragrance stays till the end of the stay.
-Divij.B.C
About these works
THESE WORKS ARE SOME OF MY NOW AND THEN INSPIRATIONAL WRITINGS, WHICH I ACTUALLY CANT CLASSIFY IN TO SMOETHING SPECIFIC BUT I FELT THESE WORKS WERE KIND OF POEMS AND SOME AS LYRICS , SOMETIMES I JUST GET INSPIRED BY SOMETHING WHICH FORCES ME TO DRAW IN WORDS.
AND EVERY THING ON THIS BLOG IS TOTALLY AN ORIGINAL CREATION ,UNLESS IT IS REALLY COINCEDENTAL .
AND ITS A FORM OF SELF EXPRESSION THROUGH ART ,U MIGHT CALL IT POETRY , BUT FOR ME BASICALLY THESE ARE SETS OF EMOTIONS AND INTUITIONARY ILLUSIONS.
Neurogenesis
Freaked out on the stair,
while staring at a hunchbacks flair.
soon he damn turned in to a flare.
Flames caught the curious eyes of a baby picture
collapsed in to pieces of a feathered creature,
tried to cry on the death of a faceless preacher.
Did i make this human portrait
which looks like a piece of wrinkled paper.
Divij.B.C
