The Unfamiliar Expedition |
We step into a planet
to the wind, flowers sway, dance and weep,
grasses when stepped upon, die and sleep,
melodies are what the swarm of bees
and flock of birds produce,
one and one make eleven
and not two, like we'd deduce,
metaphors are a mediocre set
of common terms,
shattering of glass is
believed to bring charms.
skies are turquoise, have amber
and cyan as hues.
religions stem people together
in numbers huge,
pizzas are healthy-cheap
and vegetables grown costly,
democracy isn't name-sake
and run as per people's wishes, mostly,
envy, revenge are feelings
they donot know,
love, charity, joy aren't the
blooms of a flashy show.
rage is the only barrier they follow
and break it only if there is any threat
about which they come to know.
the barrier of rage when broken,
they turn into cold-blooded barbarians,
usage of weaponry was a child's play,
by both the natives and guardians.
waterfalls run in reverse,
clouds float aground, defying gravity,
thunder precedes lightning, dinosaurs exist
and science fakes the theory of relativity.
temples house statues
of their fellow bravehearts,
cities are as beautiful as the angel Lucifer,
the only similarity between us
and them are poetries,
poetries that create magic beyond magic
and are hard to decipher.
trust is a bounty and not cajole-baits,
bizzare buildings of emerald,
sapphire interiors and ruby gates.
cars, ships are fuelled by air
and time can be manipulated,
machineries 5x advanced than the
ones we've created.
there is an enormous pit,
in which erratic bodies
reality can be twisted,
and existence is a trap,
so that the outsiders can be lured.
this is what they have doing for years,
technologies are gifts from the dead tresspassers.
rage, as we noted is their
only truth else everything false,
I'm writing all this as my last ally falls. - 15 minutes ago