Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

2 A.M


The secret to happiness is to face the
fact that the world is horrible.
Bertrand Russell

We live a way to come up our misery through blue veins

But forgot the evils bleed onto the rotton thoughts

Whose imbelick reek just made our mind a hell to think

And something horrible is done, just to get the pleasure,

We are unknown to each other blood and veins and wines

And, those past done miseries do give us a better reason to cry

That we are always guided by some evil spirits into our mind

Who tend to the dark master of the fleshy and bony structure

Those dark days into the thin air just disappered into woods

And, witches are waiting to crawl into our horrible mind

We are just unable to pick the beauty out of the horror.

Submitted: Thursday, October 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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