Crimson

Virtual Reality - VR

You wore VR and saw a glimpse,

Stamped it true, you dum' Crims

What you saw, let me guess,

You dug graves of loneliness

Invisible are they, Crims your crimes 

But You've created these new times 

Potted in January, shall bloom in June

The 'Orchid' draped in the sand dune

All good times and be fair means

True said rhymes 'love' always reigns.

You wore VR and saw a glimpse

Impressive work, you dum' Crims

How much time left, do you see?

A little less, just to be.

So I step out of the sands

To live the life,

Left, 'twenty million seconds'

O dear Crims, great your VR!

But does it show who we are?

The truth you hide deep inside

Let your heart be your guide 

Relatively that mind, full of wit

I'm way off the road, I admit

But O dear Cris, your vision be blind

You reckon your VR your mind.

A million thoughts, a million rhymes 

Just live profoundly, these new times

If you read this ahead, no hopes

It's always what we choose, and not

What we assume happens in the flow,

"Pretending you don't care, is not letting go"

We stay if people care, 

See, what August will share,

New times and VR's a Snare!

O Crims, to be of one and bestow it 

'Tis not everyone's cup of tea

To Pump red blood and follow it

'Tis sham solitude not serinity

The flags were burnt, the cost was lives 

O Crims' we need a world without strives 

Find borders at the edge of the Earth

One country and same rights at birth

O Crims, I remember the lines said by Adonis,

"You got what you want, now why you please?

You earned the higher, what worth low piece."

Crims, I am alive, listen to the peace of cease.

O Crims, I wanted a superpower for I could fly

Just like a condor lancing the high western sky

O Crims, what keeps my dizzy eyes awake?

Music de Drake, or a wish to look like a lake?

O Crims, do daylight dreams ever turn true?

'Cuz, to dream at night honor high revenue.

O Crims, I asked, why no rain? Why is it so dry,

Dry days, still no rain so I stopped asking why.

It doesn't mean I need no rain, but I still felt dry, 

But still, no rain because I stopped asking why.

O Crims, I cross seven gates to reach the road

Search for keys, that could abide locks' load

These keys never fail in demeaning domination

As they owe to my mum's antique collection

O' Crims, in My every written poetry or prose

I ask questions to the evil about the rose

These questions hold the evilness of mine

If they return unanswered, evil turns to Evangaline

"Let it go" You sum up, you never try to pray,

O Crims, will you ever say, "I want it to stay?"

A stricken Fernwren may love its cursed cage,

But O dear Crims, "Do 'ferns' belong to the cage?"

Amidst life's toil and strife,

Remember to owe thyself a life.

O Crims' born in hues of paucity, 

Seek to buy new shoes of prosperity.

"O Crims’ any memoir of ecstasy?"

"Living in New Times..."

"When did you lose your heartbeat?"

"In between the war."

"People who amor?"

"Dwell Far away"

"Medicines?"

"New cures!"

Eastern winds blow to the Southlands

Ptarmigan Turns white in Winter deep

Waxwings ventures to Vermont lands 

Goldfinches burrow snow to sleep

Parrots in the morning move to the rivers

And the poorwills migrate to Mexico for good

And in the North, Northern Cardinals shivers

And the mourning doves rely on warm wood

Winters had arrived these birds do tell

Wear your sweaters and all seems well

O Crims' have a great winter...

In the falls, 

Beating the hills around,

A Goldfinch in aerial ace

Flew round and round,

Crims’ it Asked me,

"Will you help me out?"

"I want a friend"

"Someone out from rout"

I concurred, "But for a life throughout"

"Just for a day about"

I agreed, 

I relished with my new friend 

We soared, till the day-end 

I asked, 

"Be for a life throughout"

Aerial Acer was airing with its scout.

O dear Crims, you call me a 'barefaced fanatic'

When you have no idea how often I fall sick.

You never saw my garden, but you call it botanic,

But still, you condemn my flowers as ballistic.

Time's capricious, but some feelings stay static,

You found me your solace, but call me a lunatic.

O dear Crims, you call me a 'barefaced fanatic'

When you have no idea how often I fall sick.

You never saw my garden, but you call it botanic,

But still, you condemn my flowers as ballistic.

Time's capricious, but some feelings stay static,

You found me your solace, but call me a lunatic.

O Crims' are you clear or bewildered?

The Joy of Raven or Blue Bird?

Did you learn guitar in autumn?

Why did you eat plastic plums?

Do you know truths about a Cathedral?

Where'd you go if you could time travel?

Ever created words without vowels?

Do you believe in incessant revivals?

Afraid of nightmares, or sweeter dreams?

Or afraid of the songs where Billie screams?

Want to get lost in this too-happy world?

Or did you misunderstood what you heard?

Did you ever think? 

Your efforts can get you everything,

Everything, even what's out of this world!

Then why be Raven Crims'?

When you can be a beloved bluebird....

O Crims' aren't you tired of being a parasite?

Parasite of shimmering lights, right?

A Parasite of your insights?

Resurrect!

Resurrect the life out of these plights!

See, now you too shine shimmering lights!

Oranges V

And I met a renegade,

Asked, "How have you been here?"

Answered, "Been away a long time from oranges"

I was on my return journey, 

White old cap, October jacket, and a diary

Playing Wildflowers, enjoying wind showers

The voice seemed variable, heard before?

It was a curious time, I was too eager to reach,

Guess how many ripe oranges be there?

But that renegade was someone I knew,

He answered, "Oranges! Was it your plantation?"

I defended, "Guess it is!!"

He just smiled and eroded at the next railway stop

I was in doubt, confused, or puzzled,

And recently my friend texted me,

Sorry and Goodnight

And it was early morning, just 28 minutes 

I was worried about my plantation, 

About the deal of oranges,

06 crates be supplied to Russian Cosmodrome

They found a new species of crocodile

On Planet X, that loves to devour the oranges

So I texted my friend back,CRIMSON

Virtual Reality - VR

You wore VR and saw a glimpse,

Stamped it true, you dum' Crims

What you saw, let me guess,

You dug graves of loneliness

Invisible are they, Crims your crimes 

But You've created these new times 

Potted in January, shall bloom in June

The 'Orchid' draped in the sand dune

All good times and be fair means

True said rhymes 'love' always reigns.

You wore VR and saw a glimpse

Impressive work, you dum' Crims

How much time left, do you see?

A little less, just to be.

So I step out of the sands

To live the life,

Left, 'twenty million seconds'

O dear Crims, great your VR!

But does it show who we are?

The truth you hide deep inside

Let your heart be your guide 

Relatively that mind, full of wit

I'm way off the road, I admit

But O dear Cris, your vision be blind

You reckon your VR your mind.

A million thoughts, a million rhymes 

Just live profoundly, these new times

If you read this ahead, no hopes

It's always what we choose, and not

What we assume happens in the flow,

"Pretending you don't care, is not letting go"

We stay if people care, 

See, what August will share,

New times and VR's a Snare!

O Crims, to be of one and bestow it 

'Tis not everyone's cup of tea

To Pump red blood and follow it

'Tis sham solitude not serinity

The flags were burnt, the cost was lives 

O Crims' we need a world without strives 

Find borders at the edge of the Earth

One country and same rights at birth

O Crims, I remember the lines said by Adonis,

"You got what you want, now why you please?

You earned the higher, what worth low piece."

Crims, I am alive, listen to the peace of cease.

O Crims, I wanted a superpower for I could fly

Just like a condor lancing the high western sky

O Crims, what keeps my dizzy eyes awake?

Music de Drake, or a wish to look like a lake?

O Crims, do daylight dreams ever turn true?

'Cuz, to dream at night honor high revenue.

O Crims, I asked, why no rain? Why is it so dry,

Dry days, still no rain so I stopped asking why.

It doesn't mean I need no rain, but I still felt dry, 

But still, no rain because I stopped asking why.

O Crims, I cross seven gates to reach the road

Search for keys, that could abide locks' load

These keys never fail in demeaning domination

As they owe to my mum's antique collection

O' Crims, in My every written poetry or prose

I ask questions to the evil about the rose

These questions hold the evilness of mine

If they return unanswered, evil turns to Evangaline

"Let it go" You sum up, you never try to pray,

O Crims, will you ever say, "I want it to stay?"

A stricken Fernwren may love its cursed cage,

But O dear Crims, "Do 'ferns' belong to the cage?"

Amidst life's toil and strife,

Remember to owe thyself a life.

O Crims' born in hues of paucity, 

Seek to buy new shoes of prosperity.

"O Crims’ any memoir of ecstasy?"

"Living in New Times..."

"When did you lose your heartbeat?"

"In between the war."

"People who amor?"

"Dwell Far away"

"Medicines?"

"New cures!"

Eastern winds blow to the Southlands

Ptarmigan Turns white in Winter deep

Waxwings ventures to Vermont lands 

Goldfinches burrow snow to sleep

Parrots in the morning move to the rivers

And the poorwills migrate to Mexico for good

And in the North, Northern Cardinals shivers

And the mourning doves rely on warm wood

Winters had arrived these birds do tell

Wear your sweaters and all seems well

O Crims' have a great winter...

In the falls, 

Beating the hills around,

A Goldfinch in aerial ace

Flew round and round,

Crims’ it Asked me,

"Will you help me out?"

"I want a friend"

"Someone out from rout"

I concurred, "But for a life throughout"

"Just for a day about"

I agreed, 

I relished with my new friend 

We soared, till the day-end 

I asked, 

"Be for a life throughout"

Aerial Acer was airing with its scout.

O dear Crims, you call me a 'barefaced fanatic'

When you have no idea how often I fall sick.

You never saw my garden, but you call it botanic,

But still, you condemn my flowers as ballistic.

Time's capricious, but some feelings stay static,

You found me your solace, but call me a lunatic.

O Crims' are you clear or bewildered?

The Joy of Raven or Blue Bird?

Did you learn guitar in autumn?

Why did you eat plastic plums?

Do you know truths about a Cathedral?

Where'd you go if you could time travel?

Ever created words without vowels?

Do you believe in incessant revivals?

Afraid of nightmares, or sweeter dreams?

Or afraid of the songs where Billie screams?

Want to get lost in this too-happy world?

Or did you misunderstood what you heard?

Did you ever think? 

Your efforts can get you everything,

Everything, even what's out of this world!

Then why be Raven Crims'?

When you can be a beloved bluebird....

O Crims' aren't you tired of being a parasite?

Parasite of shimmering lights, right?

A Parasite of your insights?

Resurrect!

Resurrect the life out of these plights!

See, now you too shine shimmering lights!

Oranges V

And I met a renegade,

Asked, "How have you been here?"

Answered, "Been away a long time from oranges"

I was on my return journey, 

White old cap, October jacket, and a diary

Playing Wildflowers, enjoying wind showers

The voice seemed variable, heard before?

It was a curious time, I was too eager to reach,

Guess how many ripe oranges be there?

But that renegade was someone I knew,

He answered, "Oranges! Was it your plantation?"

I defended, "Guess it is!!"

He just smiled and eroded at the next railway stop

I was in doubt, confused, or puzzled,

And recently my friend texted me,

Sorry and Goodnight

And it was early morning, just 28 minutes 

I was worried about my plantation, 

About the deal of oranges,

06 crates be supplied to Russian Cosmodrome

They found a new species of crocodile

On Planet X, that loves to devour the oranges

So I texted my friend back, 

"Is everything okay there, any mishappening that I should know?"

Networks be shut down due to prohibited area

Hope I reach soon, my oranges await, 

My friend maybe on the plantation's gate!

 

"Is everything okay there, any mishappening that I should know?"

Networks be shut down due to prohibited area

Hope I reach soon, my oranges await, 

My friend maybe on the plantation's gate!