Each moon-lit night I become emotional eccentric,
I become polygamistic,
And laugh out the moon egoistic.

"Am I only  guilty?
O moon! Are you innocent cutie?
Aren't you like the sporting lady, sweetie?"

"I admit I am not pure,
I do have many defects, sure,
I make many boys lure."

"Are you faithful to Love, Moon?
Do you forget rude words soon?
Is your magical trap bane or boon?"

"Why am I like festive night?
Why do I fly like speedy light?
Because I am a water fairy colorful bright."

I raked, trimmed, and mowed this yard today.

I can dance through it if I want to.

This song is so much more than just two and a half minutes of pretty lyrics and heavy bass.

It defines a whole phase of my life.

When beauty could be felt and even the wrong things felt rite.

I can't help but write pretentious poetry about it.

I can't not lose my mind.

Rage hurts me more
            Than the one
            I am raging on...

Dark rain clouds are full with agony
In the sky,
Still there is no rain blast
Don't know why...
                 My heart is boiling in the rage,
                 Still I am acting like the sage.....

Taking in oxygen,
To clear my vision,
In this blurry region...
              Lungs are breathing too fast,
              To get over the past
              I hope I will won at last...
Mind explodes worst
Than the volcano outburst
& I want to get out of this hell first....

I can't keep this load anymore
Question is what to choose?
                Floor to soar?
                       Or
               Door to roar?
                 Anyways,
Peace is hard to endeavour....