Ethereal Love

I breath in the melancholy in the walk along ages The sigh of brutal cold war and passivism  at different stages, Maybe a dreadful disaster hidden in these thaw relations A miste illusion of these dooming constitutions. Well I passed the offshore engulfing the resentful veracity Where lies the devil in my own territory, Unworthy to live or die and to live the truth or lie Dread to understand the reality as the noon passed by. A deal worth the money eaters, and the child haters, The rule of patriarchy, and the future murderers, Giving a foresight in a doom and the darkness prevails The fear embedded to choose the other side off this sail. Yes we live in here in a lie knowingly in an unrest the state With arduous committments to make, Will we ever choose the other side? To clip out the dark and the page of history to overwrite. For the doom passed by and morning in hope Get the goodness and the humanity doped, Until the

All about this doomed day With the chaos following And the lie burning down in spade With the red spilling the gray-scale. Inside trapped is what a human Living the pain for the truth  And crushed down all together With the bullying false loop. A disease spreading over the globe  Ruining the spirit  And the bad blood grow Isolated where lives the soul. A gigantic curse crawling as said by A lie to live and future to die Just like the blood strains spread  And the rest remaining dry. -Tushar Bhakte.

I could feel your breaths On my bare chest, And your lips ruling the rest, Lust in this revenge's nest. The sighs of hatred,  The pain in the drugging pleasure, And my blood feeding you, What's more this moribund measure. Let's play this game to the end, Let me feel your dark, In the coitus break, The armour of your moral torn apart. Feel me rushing in, With your heavy breath, And the heady sound, Murdering the mystery to the very best. The daunting light and shimmering you, Deep in to feel me, And the desires grew in this sin, Mortality left in this dead sea. -Tushar Bhakte.