The Creatively Frustrated

As if obsessively trained to scan Compulsively acting to inspect Her beady eyes, were no more The usual receptors Merely serving to visualize She constantly searched Her head involuntarily turned An intrusive lens, you see Can be installed anywhere Warned about web cams Skilfully performing the famous thumb test Miles away, vivid images are seen Through secretively kept satellites Intercepted conversations Recorded messages From words to movements Everything sells Yes Slaps Maps Sex Anything sells Cell phones I can fight Hidden cameras I can sight But what about those pictures That are taken from above the sky Perplexed for days, She carefully weighed A fearful life or a feared end Can cameras peek through layers of sand? She immediately shot herself Damn Wait "oh great now all the videos are being played."

Shaping my eyes Spindly aligned With an arched crown Visibly proud, He signs In his distinctive style Symmetry with sight Mischievously smiles Challenging science to rival Provoking art to rebel Mould or soul They bring forth But never both Peerless, he stands Undefeated, he flaunts Ever wondered why You willingly bow down? But while submissive hearts pray A rebellious voice From somewhere far Travels Penetrates Sight yours Vision mine With conventional organs Contemporary usage, I acquired Anatomically similar Are all human beings But within ourselves Distinct individually Who created us Our real identities A smirk Being blessed With an essence Manifested as spirit Having it sculptured By my handpicked environment You shamelessly tread a path Predestined Sugar coated With self proclaimed, Self made decisions And you are what You say A creator My equivalent? Churning lazy philosophies , these days Are all, trend following ath...

The northern wind blows, Wicked and wild, A gust of dust, some plastic bags, Debris flying like paper planes, Slamming doors and crooked windows, Shattering glass and dried leaves. Foreboding. The clouds up north An angry mass of grey. Twisting, snarling, a flash of light, Few blinks of an eye and thunder. Pitch black, its only noon. It crawls up his spine, the wild wind, Arms wrap the chest, craving warmth. A few more booms up ahead, The God fearer recoils. Pitter patter, the first few drops squeal, Free of their angry cage above, Dripping down dusty window panes, Rain follows forth. Parched, the sand sighs. Branches bow down gratified. The believer drenched now, No shelter sought. Earth lives vividly, The curse broken, The worst, over. Evil moved on. Rain falls gentler, And his belief, steadfast, staunch. Hymns. Sweetly scented soil. The wild wicked wind, Vanquished.