this vampyric addiction, n your full submission

U were different.
Ur existence was meaningless to u, yet u had an identity.
Ur friends missed u in ur absence.
Yes u even had friends.
Friends who cared for u, despite ur meaningless existence.

U laughed with heart, u cried in sorrow, U even capered in circles singing songs.

Yes u had a heart, just like those children still have one.
Yes, sorrow affected u, & extracted tears.
Believe me, u could sing.
Not only your words but even your voice was much sweeter.


Look at u now.
Ur carnal stinks greed, your eyes speak of the vacuum inside u.
Lies are all u manage to verbalize with this fat mouth.
U maintain an ego far beyond your dignity.
U have become a self sustaining mean machine

U believe , your existence has found meaning.
U want, exactly what those opulent swines want u to want.
U left the calm of your village to keep their Sodom at bay.

U laugh just like them, with your lips.
They made a man out of u, u no more shed tears,
They‘ve taught u to cry with eyes.

They’ve taught u to talk with meaning, & call it being rational.
Forget singing, it never satiated any lust.

They’ve nurtured ur talents & they welcome u to the whorehouse.
They enjoy the comfort of the absence of your identity.
They gave ur existence a meaning, only to rob u of ur identity.
U are a blend of them, just like they are, a blend of many like u.

U are rusted and weathered , barely holding together.
Avarice is u, deceit is ur deliverance, material are your desires.

U too have become like them, a puppet
Playing ur anonymous part in this huge play.
Go on please ur master (I doubt, u even know him).

tyranny of morals

I believe we all agree that social conduct is about finding the right blend morals and wickedness. Latter fulfils our ambitions not in accordance with our talents while morals give breath to our inner conscience. And since human beings have different definitions for desires and ethics we are moral and wicked to different extents. We all have a ready example of utmost wickedness on our tongue be it Hitler, Stalin or even our neighbour. But none of utmost morality. May be because every time we lean towards wickedness, we feel our wickedness vindicated by that example. And we further our march towards insatiable greed. Wickedness brings us the pleasure of joy while morals, the satisfaction of pain.

Yes the tyranny of morals lies atop the mountain of satisfaction and sacrifice.
Men take pride in their morals and claim them as a choice of personal conduct. At times, morals overshadow the man they represent. While the man feels secure in his thorny garden of self esteem and sacrifice, his morals become those barbed wires that squeeze out every drop of material achievement and joy out of him.
Such a man not only succeeds murdering his desires but also unknowingly wounds those, who dream of earthly pleasures with/for him. He loses his rationality and distances himself from worldly reality. He lifts himself to that virtual world of his own, from where he looks down in disgust at real men. He wears his morals as an inseparable code of honour and he worships them as his idols. He even faiths his doubts. Such a man is not ruled by the democracy of his surroundings, nor by the anarchy of his desires, nor the oligarchy of his talents but by the tyranny of his morals.

Deep down we know of the beast inside us all and also of the saint deeper down.
It’s the beast’s existence we shy to approve of & the tyranny of morals we don’t strive for, yet claim.

Just like humans we are imperfect. (enough demon-like to achieve, sufficient angelic to help achieve)