Withered state…..



Whims of the clouds thunder all time,

As if the person has made some crime.

Total loss of memory happens in one time,

When the portrait of the dreams scattered like a slime.

Mental diffusion led the physical expression like mime,

Confusion spotted it’s presence on prime time.

States of the categories focused on the bounded line,

Which leads the motivated ignition to sublime.

The things need to be corrected is sometimes becomes the manual issue,

But making understanding sometime is like winning a gold Olympic port line.

Dealing with vacant boxes sucks the vital energy of life,

Like a single coin showing it’s presence by clinging all time.

All the stuffs sometimes led the associated mind towards the dissociation,

All outoomes  yield when it comes from withered state of mind.

-Ankiitz B’sen


Rhythm of the “Boredom”



I spent my life as moron geek

People look towards me as Pyschotic sneak

Taking the thing seriously made me so harsh

No people want to seek me with a kindness and spark

Lesson of the life always bears me bitter fruit

I loose the sense of the sweetness, and became a harsh from the upper suits.

The flavor of the strawberry always the sweet,

But the vision of the person make the fruit as a matter of tweet

Local peoples lives so splendidly with their kudos

My face is just like rotten apple’s  shits

I lost the juice of the rejoice

Now no one is there to hear the this beast voice.

I always dreamt of the some beauty will come in my life,

So she can make this beast to make romance with his wife

All my life’s rhythm goes in trouble

Now trying make a music but turns out in a total shout.

Days  along  I started to do yog with mind

Slowly the matter changes , and I got clarity of life

Illusions got separated and reality becomes my life

That’s why I am singing  the rhythm of the “Boredom” with painful voice.

-Ankiitz B’sen

Master of the “Living” school!


Years of learning , centuries of earning

Life is no where with a school of  suffering

Metaphor of the life becomes Irony sometimes

Personification makes horrible the non living every time

Similie is  having a war with tautology.

Hyperbole is having a complete sake of the story

Onometapea  made the sound so lively even if the wife went somewhere I didn’t felt lonely

Transfer epithate mediates  all richness under one ground of the life.

These are my  Master’s who made living school awesome all time.

-Ankiitz B’sen