By Rajul Aafaria
Disorder is meant to arise
In this epoch of hypocrisy,
For the line of good and bad
Stay blurred; hence the anarchy.
When both exist on the same side,
How will truth destroy the lies?
Demolish one, demolish all—
That’s why this age will tear ties.
Where the foe and guardian
Aren’t different entities,
But form a cosmic being:
A paradox of realities.
A question born: is purpose defined?
My belief is that yes, it does—
Catch it running through the chaos
Found amidst the haze of erratic dust.
Scream your creative way of being
Found in subconscious realms in-between,
For the triumphant and fallen co-exist
In Kaliyug: the age of vice and misery.
Incredible writing Rajul. Loved the celestial vocabulary.