The uprooted thoughts of the rooted mind.. The unbalanced branches of my mind forsake me until I see the light of a new thought.. The cliched routes of my thought process hacking the shifts of my existence... The niche in my unscrupulous actions, determined to be read by the hunting eyes around the corners of my face.. The non existence of a new reflex that I would want to comprehend..The depth and the ability to understand the hazy paths of emotions..The reactions that betray my thought process and help me switch over to a new world of abstractness..The inability to percerive the glowing light as a positive phenomenon.. The scarce and arid leaves of the unbalanced branches kiss the dew of propinquity.. The thoughts smile, the killer instinct which flows into a new being "revived"....

KEEPERS OF THE FLAME

The eyes see from the helm of the sun.. The eyes light the torch of malice.. The torch ignites the deserted roads of darkness.. The arms bear the unfinished activity of the torch.. Marathons begin... Athletes race for time.. Hoots and howls of the determined hyenas around.. The unscathed diamond shapes itself into a necklace of wisdom.. The experience, the will to hold onto the torch.. The arms shall switch, the fingers shall feel, the eyes shall see the flame burning alive and lighting up all the dungeons of thoughts...