Poem 304 : Mechanised Movements

 Mechanised Movements

                                       - T ABRAHAM

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The movements and moments,

Under the mechanised ticking,

Needles turning round and round,

Incidents which are time bound,

Routine and rotations recorded,

Playing and re-playing it again,

Copied replies and same doubts,

Blueprints becoming life prints,

Lively movements being dead,

Something being seen and said,

Break open to see the machines,

Rareness in the blood of beings,

Blood and electrons, racing past,

Thinking and processing it fast,

Possession possessing the brain,

Unable to eat the delicious grain.

Poem 303 : Weirded Away

 Weirded Away

                          - T ABRAHAM

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Alternating and altering souls,

Trying to attain foolish goals,

Things of nonsensical nature,

Weird creatures being present,

Truth amidst this false world,

Never being tried to be heard,

Worded as truth, became false,

Fake and foul seems to flourish,

Normal being worded as weird,

Asset viewed as liable object,

The power becomes a subject,

It is truly a hell being hidden,

With the unappeasable flames,

Under the disguise of heaven,

Tormenting the purest of souls.

Poem 302 : Complex Simplicity

 Complex Simplicity

                             - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

A force to strive being absent,

Regular routines becoming unsent,

Improper scribbles seen as pleasant,

Weird conceptions and concepts,

Viewing the simple to be a complex,

Proper and sane being put to perplex,

Punctured the tyre of punctuality,

Being constantly under halt and hurt,

Pauses becoming a common defect,

Evil personating completely perfect,

Warding off the perfect simplicity,

Welcoming the weird complexity.

Poem 301 : Bouncing Normalcy

 Bouncing Normalcy

                                   - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

The day and dawn are coming,

Lights ascending and descending,

Motivated motions again on track,

Backing away the frost and fear,

Baked the courage on raging fire,

Smoke and smog ascending away,

Harmonious light wave descending,

Came down, straight on the ground,

Vicious circles finally dying down,

Ring of life starts to circle around,

Tiresome process giving an energy,

Relaxed movements and lethargy,

Dust and slug surrounded the air,

Washed and dusted them far away,

Energetic and willing light flaring,

A dancing darkness with a gloom,

Being wrapped and captured finally,

To end the triplet cycles of misery,

The endless rounds of six and three,

Finally, energetic freedom in hand,

None to harm and hurt in this land.