By Shaurya Thakur
Rhapsody in Blue is the musical cue
There shall be ballroom dancing so please come in twos
Your eyes transfixed at the window pane, not sure if it’s pane or pain
There’s a pool by your side, and your face can see through
Sum of all hurdles might be too good for you
Love of a dame, honour of duty calls
You run behind when the empire falls
Customer care, is it too accustomed to care?
Too many complaints only to be fair
Smell of blood, sight of a hunt
Temptation of bait, firepower of eight
Sleep through me, I’m just another dream
I’ll clean my bloodlines in your stream
Strike your matches with one stroke of power
Blow all candles from the top of the tower
Teleport me to those beaches and gardens
Seek me with illusions and pardons
There’s a squirrel singing a nut’s ode
Not sure if I’m willing to go down that road
Hour of midnight, mind transcends
Sieving naivety with the aid of threads
Prick your skin, will count to two
Blood of a coward is too good to be true
Here’s the cavalry they’ll hang the quitter
The runt of a litter shall always be bitter
His eyes popped out and they felt the shiver
Dream awake, dream away
Go ahead, make my day
Save my skin from every storm and gale
Smoke runs all over to make it stale
Sounds of ghosts don’t frighten me
Rather tales of sunshine brighten me
There’s a demon money pulling all the strings
Not too sure if you want if you want to hear those things
We are brethren of vice, an actual guild
A king dreams, his ministers build
There hangs his portrait about to tilt
Bruised with sin its bleeding guilt
Hour of the deadly, I hear a ghostly voice
But they’ll be funny so they’ll just ask for toys
There’s a maze you are prone to enter
Eat me alive with what’s left of centre
Sound of a clock around the round of a dock
Talk of the town is the death of a clown
A lover’s quarrel, here the game
Check after an hour to see if they remain the same
Streets are alone, all plans full blown
Now I look at the sky, it’s high
Up there so far it seems so dry
Charcoal is stuttering, roads are suffering
They say what happens, happens for the best
It’s time for the robin to leave the nest
All these notions don’t seem to be at rest
There’s comes a lighthouse we’ll light it with candles
Easy with the front door caution with the mantles
Grey matter, does it matter?
Drop a goblet hear it shatter
A numb mind, craving for detention
Too much on the lines on wordplay and alliteration
There’s an office of peace everywhere
A lie that runs around
A spiked line marking territory is also found
No one pretty much cares how derogatory it might sound
Pictures and memories are damned to cherish
When bullets and bombs make them perish
Most exotic places are too beautiful to be mapped
What they sell as music today is utterly trashed
This seems to be an unstoppable rant
It will grow as you water the plant
I see we are eventually getting near
Too tired to walk I think I’ll stop it here
I have to win this, I’m in too deep
I’ll find a way, in the land of sleep.
By Shaurya Thakur
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