Dark-Side

By Chinmaya Chawhan

Oh, the way pain triggers art

Oh, the sweet smell of revenge it emits.

Oh, how lovely the view of spreading red tart.

Oh, the way it rights the amiss.

Oh, the taste of raw power.

Oh, how makes it drop haste.

Oh, the gamble of love and life.

Oh, how in front of it, power flops into waste.

Oh, how fleeting is happiness.

Oh, the impact of beauty.

Oh, fate's tardiness.

Oh, the timing on the hurt has the season rainy.

Oh, that wickedly contagious of a laugh.

Oh, how the sin of lust doth cut a person in half.

Oh, the way we keep reliving the past.

Oh, the way present does not then last.

Oh, how intricately graven are desires.

Oh, the way they crumble below the burden of responsibilities.

Oh, humanity and its will to reach eternity.

Oh, evolution, have you truly transformed into nifty?

By Chinmaya Chawhan