Blends of insanity

When the flames go down

Those eyes burn with the lambent lights of leisure

When the head meets the feather crown

The hysteria knocks the body down with a vigorous pleasure


When the magic abruptly ends

The only cushion that’s concerned is gravity

When the troubles transcend their existence

It’s the morbid pain of hope awaiting in various blends of insanity


Muzaffar Ahmed