from one view to another, from one him to another this,
effort required even to believe  in the presence of the present.

feeling crazy, loving his hazy form ,willing to cross him through to meet me.

sensitive view, following a changing pattern of outcomes.

attracting towards the oppostite pole…
i m singing along with the colors i throw…

black or white or something thats not right…
lets be in him ,lets try to see him like a snake with a fin.

let him fly ,let us try..
while on that journey ,lets try to catch his eye.

glimps of eternity on the glide,
there’s too much ego to kill our pride.

now while i zoom into his eyes ,i start seeing myself.
the better i know me the more i try.
i m trying to hide myself in the self image i buy.
i cant talk to myself frankly ,i m so shy.

now when the wind blows ,the birds start singing
kill that eagle he’s a bad guy..

It just gets one step deeper every day
with a new arrival.
and finds me just a push away from the lust of survival.

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 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…

attracting mind poles.

Help help the Saviour 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

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

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

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

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.