Musical Chair

With the bombardment of these thoughts,
Start.

Cruise through; feel you’re too slow?
Run.

Torn between ambivalent thoughts and judgments,
Scream.

Those precious illusions thawing in reality,
Freeze.

The strange town of tears drowning itself,
Stand still.

Visions of your insanity chasing you around your diseased dreams,
Dissolve.

The incomplete comprehension of the awfully polite and enchanting life,
Get crucified.

Finally, with a funeral of your mind,
Stop.

Meaningless Miracles

Presence of a thought in a feeble mind,
Like shadows left to the mercy of a dying candle flame
A delirious sense of being, unfolding visions inexplicable,
So many factors, who should get the blame?

Draining hope of everything it has,
Screaming through the silence of your voice,
A short sojourn to eternity and back,
Horizons of sanity; where art thou?