Aftermath of Horizon

The horizon is eternal space

the horizon is the line of fiction yet it is reality...the reality that is untouchable. there is hope..eternal flame of love...submerged vision of freedom...

we await for the soul to be careless...yet we dont want to make a mistake being carefree.... being carefree is the ultimate mistake of human minds.

centuries of filth and disbelief lead us to the gutter of vanquished innocence....the dried up love and desire proves to be the ultimate aftermath of a horizon that goes beyond...

the cries fill the clouds that rains the ruin of mankind yet marks the beginning of life...
there is no aftermath of horizon...there is no hope of end of false discrimination of blood...its all filled with horizontal lines that chains us to the bonding of prison...makes us prisoners of our own wishes and desires...its all a mystical truth...thats bound to us.....

horizon gives us hope...aftermath makes it look better for the ones who look upto the sky for the deaths of there beloved..for the loss we faced....

its all superficial till a limit that humans can escape...then it is just the glory of the aftermath of degeneration...glory of aftermath of horizon.

Sombre Guilt

Is it the blood and the glory, in the eternity of resemblance?
is it the faithless faith of the followers of rituals?

no its in the ruthless victory of the sombre reality....the never ending wide space thats created among the horoscope of stars of the consistent spacing of human minds.

nature....mother nature....isnt ready to face such victory of her children who dance on the corpse of her innumerable shattered promises...

in the shady mask of the heavens, dances the heavenly creatures with their hands tied to the shame of lust and sobriety...unable to distinguish their desires of freedom and vermin filth...they endure their painless cold hearts. They await the penetration of the silver thorn cutting their nerves to sooth the anxious blood to spill from their alive corpses...

Their sombre guilt is still reposed...the cold blood drenched soul is still sober....it is still awaiting the fire to reach within...the fire which will penetrate the lust....the fire of guilt that will enable the heavenly creatures to fill in their dried lungs with air...the air that will let their long dormant sharp cries to reach out to the limits of the constellation...