Those Little Words

"Rebel Blood" Knocking on my door, there you stood A vision in blue, and for the first time with a non condescending look Born with a silver spoon in your mouth Shiny gates and pearls waited for you back in the past Time  and distance never held it against your wealth We envied the love around you that never went South That is atleast until today, that you washed up in my arms Time and distance avenging errors that weren't made on your path Now I see the glimmer in your eyes, envying the love of your past With every scream and every creek in floorboard Cautious of the errors made by those before you You learn to belong with us You learn to fight along us Born with a silver spoon in your mouth You said you never could understand our rebel acts That is until, the day that everything around you flew right past -Gayatri

EPICENTRE  Shards of lonely pieces Wonder if you collect them all Blunder, surrender, thunder A sequence of series forbidden and cradled for Humanity, cruelty, insanity Colors of a new mosaic painting in my gallery Flying through the seeming disparage Wonder if you’ll make it through this stairwell A stairwell of magic and wonder But once inside, An epicenter for mean old sufferings They speak of godly wordings and messiahs Often misinterpreting their desire for love and admire Round we go, chanting beautiful hymns Round we go, lighting beauties of fire Round we go, round we go, round we go And suddenly we’re tired A bond of creativity and purity Broken by the schemes of an unoccupied mind Something born out of love and beauty Is now nothing but a breeding ground For hate, illusion and deceit.