Let's_Be_Real

All adorned up,  To swirl down into today's rites The all new yet holding, A spark of strangled flashes. I hear the free sounding bangles, But heavily clinging to my hands And a nose ring to get the glow, Into my first step of the righteous vow! Get me free, get me studded With all the gold and glitters  But of my own illuminant. Is it a pageant? Which rocks our heart For so long;  We've been holding on And bowing down to the rituals; Aren't we another kind Of 'Spiritual'? If we aren't We surely are the killer  Of our own traditions. Another slang for, Terror in our minds, Killer arrows through our speech, Our suffocating hugs, And venomous eyes!  With knives in our hearts. We are the accused ones, For preserving only the materialistic things. And the true scent being faded away.  Let go off your morals And it's not so a miracle! That you'll land up in an area, Full of cracks and as horrible. A dream which seems to be unreal and imaginary though; would d...

  You seem fragile yet adhered to your roots And always know a way out Through the deepest cracks!  You just need some water babe, To turn that brown into green again Vata(s) can be vulnerable in and out But hey! They're wise enough; To handle their unsteady core  To share every part from their every bit To get out of the scratch and rebuilt And to dance along even in grief  But once in a while,  When it becomes too cold to bear They surely need someone to feed them With a warm blanket And lots of sunshine ahead!