Devour

Picture of you splayed on the screen,

Feelings in me filled to the brim,
Your name on my lips is like a melodious hymn,
Brightens my day when its dull and dim,

Thinking of you every waking hour,
Without you by my side I will look and scour,

From the deepest of caves to the highest of tower,

Will I succeed or will I cower,

Or just let the rot and pain devour. 

Random flamboyant thoughts

In the era of self-loving and self-appreciation, we are exposed to the downright rotten characters of homo-sapiens; people who serve nothing but their self-made agenda and all the entrails with aplomb. God or Gods have limited space in their heart or their mind, which are awashed by the glorified image of audacious materialism. Words of God have lost its meaning amongst even the most pious and the most holy, in which perspicuousness is an abhorred trait versus complexities and jargons which superseded the need of simplicism in both characters and words.