In the midst of Disarray I stand
Surge flow in my mind like sand.
Autonomously walk this bedlam
As i face this never ending bellum.
When there are no adequate words
All lost in sandstorm of the world.
Just a steady smile left for me to offer
This should convey how much i suffer.
drifting in this bedlam with petty pace
Is it the same smile i see on your face?

At first, there was silence, nothing else
Then, gently, “I love you" happened
A feeling with infinite weight exploded
Thus, created an infinite mass of shades.
And all spin on the axis of this phrase
Many a time it has been truthfully said
Although this limitless cosmos spread
Parallel worlds exist in another phase.
Those incapable of saying “I love you"
Timeless suspense, missing their cue
This is the plot twist, maybe my curse
I exist as a guest in other's universe.

Today is born when yesterday dies
**** today and then comes tomorrow
Burying today with all its sorrows  
Yesterday is the best place to hide.
As if killing time is a vicious crime
Floating in the current of bygones
Dwell on rich prospect of high tides
Seconds march on with monorhyme.
Life is not, but running in this flat circle
Are we killing time or time is killing us?
Trying to solve an already solved riddle
I humbly beseech, what is all this fuss?
If day and night is a monotonous rhyme
For what we celebrate or mourn a chime?

Write about your pain in love
Of the hollow loveless nights
Whine about all your little fights
I can't pay no mind to all above.
Story of a woman, a soldier in war
A real war, not the imaginary ones
A woman that was a mother once
Even my mind can't go that far.
Drowning her crying hungry child
For the sake of saving other's lives
From the real hounds, angry and wild
Silence the child before enemy arrives.
Holding the crying child in her arms
The swaddled child pushed in the mud
I bite my lips and ******* sour blood
For all my afflictions were self harms.
I'm sorry, your story is of lust not love
To me it's all nothing but filth and dust
Is there nothing else you can think of?
For in a fortnight these pains will rust.
We haven't drowned in a muddy swamp
We haven't killed our crying hungry child
So i only ask to keep quiet and tromp
Before hounds of lust catch us in swamp.

Some things we long for to engage
Whiskey, vacation or honeymoon
Might not be all on the same page
constant repetition in mind "Soon".
Whiskey while gazing at Polaris
Two weeks listening to ocean waves
Feeling pavements of sunny Paris
After that, it fades just like a haze.
Whiskey on the porch in the rain
Coffee in cafe Pouchkine in frost
A different joy but the same gain
Revisit another time, memory rust.
A book is the same, maybe better
You feel it better, letter for letter
Whenever you revisit a good book
It always has a euphoric fresh look.

I'm the ugliest person i know
people who hate ugliness
I want all of you to know
Be thankful, if i wasn't ugly
You wouldn't be beautiful
Instead we all would be normal.

Walking up the ship trail i met
Slowly crawling up the same way
A slug, steady with its mind set
Perhaps the same pastures await.
Left the shell, perhaps on purpose
Perhaps never have gotten there
Getting down, might see the carcass
Said farewell, in a hurry to nowhere.
To this day i think of that lone snail
My fellow pilgrim, did you also fail?