Incarnation Incarcerated

It was then that it all started.
The sky was mysteriously transparent purple, the air pleasurably suffocating, the roads a mesmerizing desert and the psyche full of despondent thoughts.
Incarnation incarcerated.
It was than that it started.

Wish You Were Here

Satiety I was onto a nap;
looking back ardently gave a snap,
reminiscences started to unfold,
those eyes had never been cold.

Mystical presence was just my wish for the day,
psychic Sibyl always gave a lay.
Belief was times were euphoric,
exquisite voice made me hypnotic.

Together now, that fallacy made me lone,
but I stand amidst the desired tone.
That lucid face I sensed in my tear,
how I wish you were here.   

Realize

Through the light, into an arduous circle,
stood four pillars of a certain miracle.

Deceived by the maiden, seemed high was low,
said I am prime, rest my only shadow.

Continued to the next, stood on green had shine,
said words have two meaning, they are all mine.

Was actually three, other being mere mirror affair,
laughed in anguish, vision was lost in the air.

Last hold the bridle, but was unsure where to go,
others were horses, save love, whose legs did not show. 

Examples all around

Life is not so hard to live,
if in world you know what you can give.
          Lets be like a river,
          give and take without shiver. 

Life is not a mystery to solve,
if in world you know how you love.
          Lets be like a bird,
          sing for everyone in the herd.

Stress

The day today was unusual;
winds wrestling with my part in row,
pleasured the flow in veins- was ironical?
I was somewhere only I know.

It is the first sun after winter;
look, there is a cloud cover on this clear day.
The gleam is prickly- am I a sinister?
Sick and tired I am lying on the hay.

Everyone is naive and friendly;
hey you, I find the teen repulsive,
the dexterous attitude is gone- am I unfriendly?
My eyes open but I ain't so impulsive.

The Octbey like morning was fresh;
freshness, made sure my day was uneventful,
my heart is hollow- what is the case?
(feel)"I have no time, must had followed the rule".
 

Anger

Just in an inane moment,
the concupiscence was lost,
the reminiscence haunted,
conscience bitten by frost.

Couldn't lose prevarication,
deluged was the whole river,
was changed in innovation,
cold, but heat was no fever.

The enamel was all gone,
can't take any factual,
wanted to break free and run,
short per se, perpetual.

Now fury ubiquitous,
my soul became inanimate,
what a conceptual loss,
could hold it, it wasn't fate.

Conversations with the Chauffeur

What are dreams, tell me o wise?
It is the fear to see with open eyes.

But we see dreams with wide open eyes.
Where are you present? It is a simple disguise.

okay, so tell me sage, what is fear?
It is holding the future very dear.

Now, to me what should be dear?
It should be you, but are things that is not near.

Oh! so enlightened One, what is future?
It is an illusion that makes your present rupture.

Now that you've said it all, who you are?
I am the Chauffeur of your car.