Stingy eyes and tears  that overflow
Heart pounds on a beat so low
As mind wanders so does  the world
Sharp threat that ruins  my honesty  
And a place there is none to hide my modesty


I can whisper sweet nothings to myself
But will argue its an unprecedented theft
"Let these whispers turn to breeze
And this breeze float in a gust of wind
A new home may stifle in its path "
Its a hope that sways
And uncertainty that stays


A warning came seven years ago
Anxiety kicked in four years ago
Hope slithered two years ago
And flew away the very next day
It hurt,  it still hurts,  can't hold it in
It slices through and stays in
There is no other way but to bleed
And my heart wants to bleed
It begs to bleed
Screams that can't be heard
And sorrow that seemed like just another's


I keep telling there is nothing to confess
But only afraid there is too much of a mess
There is a mask I revel in
And the world hasn't taught me will
Should I stay in
Or Do I pay in another sin
People ask me "how are you? "
And my conscience struggles to breathe
Un comfortable  in its death bed
Thoughts incomplete and scattered
Emotions that have no face
How am I?  I wonder
My whole existence should have been a question
How am I existing?
Like an ant that lost its direction,  sense and a home
Food to live by
No meaning to survive


I keep asking do I qualify?
Ti a life that would satisfy
I keep doubting or do I simplify
Just to be stable as there is nothing to signify
Only guilt comes along  time and amplify

When I was a child a gust of wind seemed like a storm,
I would gaze at the dark sky with memories horrendous floating around.
I would pick up the sword and fight- not my enemies,
but my shadow that wouldn't lay dead.

She traveled in the darkest places,
she jumped, she cried, she suffered and she died
then a light came around with eyes like mist
a greyhound behind that dragged soul-less faces.

A fate that surrounded me for longest time
it whispered my name
I knew I was next,
I swayed between the truth and reality.

my universe got smaller,
every day got harder
and as moments passed by
I knew I  couldn't escape what was in store

how could that be the end
It was my whisperers choice
Run, is that all I can do?
the light never showed up
but left behind my whisperer
with numerous faces hanging around
nameless. with no desire
there was no fate nor destiny.

I knew my shadow would hide
the truth, she knew
but reality broke its reason
she is running too

is there a way we would meet
running on the same road
is there a way we stay together
betray fate and make destiny ours

There are flowers wilting in a brisque
Hands that raise
bellowing horns to blare
Clothes that only tear
States ruled by a defiant pair
Fingers pointing towards a chair
On the higher ground its a chair claimed by an heir
Paths that can be paved
But no one sees they can be saved
There is hunt for the coloured gold
But also ignorance at its unfold
Claims that understand rage
But rage that is given no voice
Screens that depict perfection
And screams that perfect inhibition
Minds that question morality but not culture
Hearts that question self but not morality
Clear suspension  of deeds
Struggling hand that feeds
Childhood that outgrows
Ends in the corporate that overflows
Passion.,  dedication,  and struggles rarely heard
*** bellies that say they overheard
Hands under tables unturned
The lady with the blind fold
Marred and upturned
Books that make no sense
Knowledge covered in petals is intense
Young minds share the same blind fold
While the lady grips on the hold
Ropes that chastise
Ropes that make you hinder
That is all that binds you in a folder