Stress is a misnomer

Stress is a misnomer,
It's rather devine,
Don't thank me for the role I play,
Pleasure is always mine....

Insomnia is a piece of art,
Dream of it with open eyes,
Touch you must with a tender heart,
Breathe you may with slender sighs....

We live in illusion,
and die without a reason,
this is the fact of life,
essence of every season....

Smoke,the coke and fancy booze,
are all we need to cut loose,
a "weekend nest" is all it takes,
we need no tales for us to snooze....

Soul my dear is still the winner,
and minds race against the time,
we die to live and dive to fly,
following no rules is no crime....

-Vikrant Srivastava

The Poet Insane

"Pain"...I just love this term!
Let me now introduce myself...This is,"The Poet","The poet insane"
Since, I have an affinity with pain I had to be penned down as "insane".I am there passim the scenario.The poet is pretty specific trait of a person,invariably it varies.At times,it's just a quality that wins you accolades and makes you feel special but given the opportunity,this may lead you to a different frame of existence.

Where,"You can define perceptions and add to the nature of your proximity""
Where,"You will enter a nativity and still wouldn't be called an intruder"
Where,"Every void has an expression even though it belongs to the reigns of time"
Where,"Your very first battle will be with integrity and the invasion shall be over your mind"

Then you'll forge ahead to have a sumptuous meal with the destiny and nature would host the party for life to dance with an eclat.Even if the the past holds nasty intentions of burning this fabulous day,I'll come and sprinkle some dreams.For,they would reincarnate the beauty of hope..............


-Vikrant Srivastava