Warring Circle

There’s nothing mathematical about life
Numbers are just numb with many errs
Said the people of the book

The people of numbers digress
Beliefs are overrated, over-calculated
They have been numbered and accounted for

The people of numbers believe
Existence comes before destruction
And destroyers exist with no direction
Hence achieving equilibrium
Of life and perfection

Miracles seems to rule the equation
As far as the people of the book is concerned
The essentialism of life
Is neither empirical
Nor rational

The people of neither the book nor numbers
Speaks
Go back to basic
For origin to shape formations
And formations are full with suggestions
Amounting to potentiality
Amounting to actuality
Because the mind loops in circular repetition
And the wondering people would attest to the notion

Small circles moving inside large circles
Suggesting movement, speed and energy of particles
Breaking the rigidity
Of a solid mass mirroring cubicles
The race to the center has begun again
Go!
Within a centre lies a center
Of dreaming ambitions
Of validating existence
To reach the centre of an empty circle
To resolve polarities between
Blank and nothingness
While shouting and suggesting peace

Peace is nothing
There is no true center
True center lies
By design of victorious liars

Brave

I live my life everyday
Routinely waking up to the rude light
That peers through
Those seemingly fading sights
Of fantasized realities
Of realized abilities
Still I braved the day anyway

Yesterday
I let myself subside to reigning fools
Them uttering soft succulent words
Shouting inaudible commands
That got lost somewhere in between
Ruled by the spineless snakes
Encircling the supposed alchemist
Of he who forgets the formulae
Still I braved that day anyway

Today
I pinch the hard steering wheel
So that my eyes will keep on blinking
My day is up
Be brave

It's not the same

Crushing spirit and bouncing back to a leverage

If your insistence in finding peace

Do not transcend to your ulterior motive

Of owning the world

The incredibile resilience wall you built wither

As soon after your lost cause survived a free fall

This tainted weak heart now is set to hard cold stone

It's not the same

Constructing words to rhyme

Considering meters and rules

Trying to make sense of the flow

Of thoughts

If the actual meaning compromised

Just for the sake of appearing

Sounding memorable

It's bloody freaking not the same

Salivating for imaginary lust

Secretly reliving your own fashion of romance

If you are forever living by your own side

Afraid to cross over

Worried getting bitten by the wild side

It's not the same

Running right back to that sole square

No matter how many times

Claiming you were the victim

If you can't even identify

Your worst enemy

It's either you or them

No in between