The never ending chat...



Choice, it says,
chance, I debate,
it bellows - choice again,
Irefute to take it's side
It says,it's all  about perception
Isay, you make me see it that way.
It looks at me,smiles, and sneers.
It says- don;t accede, but follow me,.
I look at myself in the mirror and smirk.

Thorns are foreboding signs,
carefully kept between roses,
to allay too much placation.

More to misery!!!!!

Life is amuck and intriguing at this pep
it's making me mellow as it rolls on
lush and lively than it looked a day ago
laced with more gloom and glut i see on the go.


something more than that meets the eye
brimming with slut and greed with a garbly smile
i am left desolate in the reality, an outlandish affair
left to act, a pitstop to react.




a deep abstraction settles between the brows
a drop not ready to roll down,albeit fury in the fist
unaware of the means to emanate it
lovable or deplorable is the ambience?, my head flusters,
though it questions, are they just scare mongers? 


time to hold my horses,consequences now paltry
before they stray out loud and clear
Self declamation for a reclamation? - time will tell.