When I write reality is merged into the thoughts and perceptions of I. Writing are not just words, are but the reflections of a mind - a craving mass of confusion that seeks the clarification of all matters that it ever encounters. And this mind asks me to somehow express my thoughts and reactions towards: Visions of love; the hopes; the self-pity; the expressions of remorse; the regrets of rejection; the confusions between the past and present; the death of a soul; the re-incarnation; the losses that broke; the wants that prevoke; the thirst, the hunger; the stubborness to remain unfed; the dreams of the insomniac; the fake awakening; the fears that gereminate courage; the courage that loses to cowardess. To read Aurangzeb's past writings click here

(Disbelieve in everything your pre-existing beliefs do not believe in!)

Disbelief,
makes most compelling sense.
Mischief,
I witnessed, from paranormal presence.
Relief,
I only behold a possible haunting,
Brief,
I will merely make further inhabiting.

"Leave,"
Seem to say the frightening noises,
"Believe,"
The haunters' message persuades.
"Sieve,
the doubts from your mindlessness.
Perceive,
the irrationally of these occurrences."

Shattered,
my continuous presentation of fortitude,
Battered,
my hopeful hopes to elude.
Gathered,
within are chills and shivers,
Haggard,
appearance becomes passing tremors.

Frightened,
not a state of mind I accept,
Hightenened,
though, hallucinations in the sights I percept.
Enlightened,
I today, never expected.
Brightened,
neither the passages of my mind, are so well protected.

Flee,
I perceive to be the most logical action.
Be,
as distant as need arises, for satisfaction.
Disagree,
with later explanative theories or rationale..
Free,
let remain inborn boundaries and perceptions.

Pretend,
nothing besides ordinary has occurred.
Defend,
imagination from recollections absurd.
Lend,
a helping hand to protect pre-existing faith.
Bend,
reality, a little bit, it is only a natural trait.