POETESS OF PRAYERS

POETESS OF PRAYERS(click this to listen this on YouTube) 

The apathy of insane is the curse of all the unwanted remains. 

What goes , comes back , but with no appeal , 

Cast the remains , flame the names of all loners and the left ,

Make a list and never look at it , crumble it undaintingly. 

I am not the poet who write about apathies or comebacks of centuries

I write about the process of overcoming history with hurts and deadly cuts , 

This is the grave that I built for them and here I bury myself instead,
The point of it is incessant to the being and a nonsense to a bond left,
Crave the tomorrow's and day afters, not the yesterday's or erstwhiles. 
You would be drenched in disappointment and pain would house it's way to drain you, to tame you, 
Grief is a phenomenon but grieving is a disease, 
Past is a spectacle but history is where time freeze,
Mourn the death of the soul, but mourning the living is Obscurity
Experience is a great teacher but breathing nostalgia is a deprivity. 

If the formula for fiasco is fatality, I am the mother of all sad memories, 
But I don't want to be the author of apathy or the creator of curse, 
I want to write about the memoirs of my birth
I don't want to assemble the antique of insanity and insanes, 
I don't want to write about the wreckage of my rage
I can no more survive in the solitude of my regrets
I don't want to be the writer of war or the writer of vain. 

I want to write about the greats , or their fates, 

I don't want to the poet of pent up rage, 

Or the author of absurdity, 

Let me be the author of angels . 

If the divine need a bed to rest in peace or in glory, 

I can be the one to protector of their faiths

I don't want be the author of adversity 

I want to be author of adventures that engage

This is the life of Expendables and I am the cage 

I write to run free, I write to find emancipation in this day and age, 

I write to built liberty in homesteads. 

There are no "where and abouts " , 

There are no dos when you doubt, 

There are no vices in vows, 

This is the chess board and you have to play, 

Running is not an alternative, ruining makes my day 

I don't want to be the muse of mournings

I want to mirror the spectacle of springs,

 love is a foreplay, Sex is a stage and romance is all before marriage. 

I don't want be the lady of letters, 

I want to be lady of languages 

And in those I would write about the hearts I decayed and in the hells I stayed. 

I won't be the poet of ordinary, 

Because I am the poetess of prayers even in plays. 

Leeza