Maskman

How're you??
I always wondered what will you reply
Knowing want a man wants, you know who he is and how to move him
I survive on pain, why just why would I starve
Don't forget We are parallel lines, always together
Destined to meet, till infinity my hunger will reside
The game you won precisely when you lost miss foreseen
Zero sum game undoubtedly defeat is the only thing you expect
Wild decisions in the wildest dreams meant only to annihilate
Reduced to nothing the glass I created for myself
Good you went, better you played, best you let the dice float
Control is an illusion the only probability you'll ever had
Numbers of delusion the insomniac dwelled under the thrill of suspense
Myriad patterns, defined algebra & the impromptu speech
Masqueraded as the extempore which took filigree of lifetime to fake
The honeycomb where every randomness is something you already prepared
Do you dare stay out? or do you go in?
Right or left up or below to proceed or not?
Maybe three step backwards or what if you just stayed?
Stayed on the mark to wait
Waiting and waiting just for another opportunity or another chance to surface
Yes God exists in all that's seen, knowing that all you see doesn't exist
Defensive you, stubborn and agitated
Say it, say it loud, say it and accept the truth
To be angry is just to be a victim
Nothing's here on the road that leads nowhere
What if you could restrict your breath? what if you could cease your heart?
Lush life the mirage of reality the reality I made you believe
The flip side of vulnerability that always leaves an exploit
I asked you a question and ironically apart from all the problems
You replied to be fine
Hello Maskman now I see you, I recognize you and I accept your existence
In this pool of salvation just another social chameleon
Best in hiding lies
Undoubtedly there are things known and there are things unknown
In between are the doors of perception
By - Kshitij Sinha
24/8/2017

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