Like an unknown turn
With a poker face
And traps and temptation
In its masquerade

When there is no telling
When the sun shall show
Ever heard the calling
Of the purple sky above?

Like a clinched fist
On a barbed wire
My heart seethes
Wrapped in a fire

I clean the stains
Of the spilled shame
I sweep the pieces
Off the life’s frame

I scavenge for choices
I hunt for the meaning
I seek for the vices
To keep me dreaming

With my hands tied
My silent screams soar
Trapped in a future
I wasn’t meant for

With muddled memories
And biased thoughts
From tilted perspectives
And choices flawed
We spend a lifetime
Blinded with distortions
But blame the machine
Trained on our ways
Of erring in decisions
Calling it hallucinations!

When you cast a bullet
Can you also emboss on it
With certainty the faith
You wish to desecrate?

At the soil drenched in blood
Can you stare long enough
To quote the side from where
Came the dreams that bled?

When you hear cries of a mate
Can you dare find the words
To solace the broken soul
Devoid of revenge and hate?