This reasonable doubt that i am feeling ,
passing away in the rays of starlight
along with every passing night.
It just gets one step deeper every day
with a new arrival.
and finds me just a push away from the lust of survival.
light without a source.
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
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
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
An Abortion
I love the sound around me ,
but i am bound by the visuals that surround me.
And as i get stuck in the porous pipes around me ,
time exchanges the background behind me.
Time keeps moving and as a debt to it ,
you keep training no one but yourself.
To be the best soldier of the paining
war around you,you would like to blow the rage around you
you need a cannon to, but you have a blade with you
what do you….?
Divij.B.C
On Going Movement
Short lived is the glory of that split second
came ,existed , glorified.
soon after its arrival departed.
like a tear drop came to life and vanished ,
lived a lifetime in the scars of the split time,
memorized in a moment like a chainsaw pavement .
Heads rolled down for an undercover illusion ,
all the past turned in to a future tense amusement.
Internal split converged in to an external movement.
- Divij.B.C
