those among us who know

Those among us who know what it is
that really seperates the soul from the body,
and what breaths courage into the hearts
of those who stand stout and witness
the afflictions of their ambitions;
How words come to life
as they are taken of the paper
and into the flames of fractured humanity
to yeild the notions of new a ideology.

Those among us who know how it is
the billegerent pain of the night,
the contemplating lonliness,
striking on the wooden walls,
and beating into the chest
without a glass of carmine.

Those among us who know what it is
that keeps a phantom awake till dawn,
lets him past the barriers of muse,
unemerge through the sees of thought,
and then lets him stand lost staring
the human sentiments blossom
under the iron bridges of civilisation.

Those among us who know what it is
know for sure it is not the necessity,
its not the reaction of chemicals in self,
and not just a raga of rationality.
They will never name it so
the bridges of iron civilisation
would not collapse.


Wow I really dont know how to write!!