Stars pierced the dreary darkness
Of the deserts in which he'd been livin'
Stars melted the evil thorns,
The gloomy dunes glossed up with misery
Misery that scorched bright
Under the striking Sun
Sun exasperating with contempt
Of the dearest stars
He always looked up to...
Dearest stars melted the evil thorns
Pierced the darkness
As he felt..little did he know
Lust of the dearest stars
Was unfinished greed..

Springs of infinite eternity
Centenary faith but immortal love
Bubbles of idealism blew away
Viscous spirituality rose in his heart
Elevation of selfishness and attachment
Detainment of worldly desires
Medication through universal panacea
Knitted in the same fabric of cohesion
Cohesion of his lively soul
Droolworthy negation
Fusing with the Lord of the Universe
He attained salvation..

I stepped into the waiting room
A frazzled girl I stared
Lying down the unswept floor
With a severe shiny glare
People passed by and by
As they finally reached their destination
The girl then stood quivering
Out of frantic frustration
Down the steps
She lost somewhere
I followed her till the very end
In the freezing night
She met her destiny
After covering miles
Spinning around for someone
Frowned and bewildered
In the storm of flickering emotions
When the moon shined even brighter
Stars died of embarrassment
I rooted her adored
Hugging was she passionately
To the most generous creation
As the flood approached
And the warmth entwined ecstasy
An unexpected reunion of two souls
And the unpredictability of lovable fantasy
I never thought of passing by
She adored me with her destiny
And so did the stormy night
With the peace of fraternity..

"Oh! There growls a sultry silhouette
The dense dreary poor soul
Shadow bickering seduction
As it swing round and round
But what's guarding it?
A Lord or his own companion
Who once lived or has been living
In its own pitiful pit
It's maybe a ghost, man
Gosh! Where has it gone?
Probably the darkest abaddon
To meet its other keen souls
And then the reverberation of rifle
Piercing the peace of the jungle
Arouses the croaked verdict
Defying the dumb appeal
An innocuous incredible creature gone
A tigress along with three cubs were shot..

I'm ostensibly doomed
My unconditional love reciprocated
In your candid emphatic heart
When I shook myself with the storm of sneezes
Of your unsympathetic disapproval
And harvests of incessant reckless refusals
When you never grant rewinding opportunities
The opportunity to rewind us
Into memories of affinity
When our stepping stones were trust
And not the rival lust
I'm doomed...

"Hey! I'm not an uptight
I caved in cowardly
I truly never mind
What people whisper behind
Believe you me"

"Oh poor! Is this why you burst into tears?
And still scorching and blazing
With red eyes and firm fists
Glaring glowing sweats and *******
You're an uptight
Believe you me" never mind"

Uh..That's none of your business
Why don't you just agree?
I never freak me out to people
Whom I'll never ever talk or meet

"Playing handball might cause serious injury
What I shouldn't..I should believe
You're honest and candid
Cowardly I'm caving in"

"Hey..wait a while..hello??
Oh..you're gone
Let me confess
To be honest
I'm uptight
I always seriously sternly mind
What people whisper behind
Believe you me"...

Had I known that you'd never
Ever reach your destination
I have kicked out my stubbornness
But you were eager to teach me a lesson
Why would anybody do like this?
Unless and until he's mentally ill
But you were not out of gears
Still you made me shook with fear
From beginning to the very end
Oh! The protagonist of my life
I loved you more than anybody else
Is it a crime to be so close to someone?
I'm out of gears..

Far in the barren fields
A farmer along with family lived
No source of childhood and income
Still he felt tables would somehow turn
When rain brought brutal repression
"Shouldn't we love our lives?" his family questioned
After a lethargic tornado of thoughts
He made his mind to board
A bus or a train
That could lead his way
To crowded towns and cities
They all were getting *******
And so started their game of mishappenings
A robber looted, a tenant bullied
Moreover he'd nothing to feed for his family
He rented out a tract
After nodding several pacts
With piles of loans and interests on head
His benefactor turned out to be a traitor
The fuel was he never had been the creditor
What would a debtor engulf from indebtedness?
The pressure on his mind bore deep as beetles
Sorrowful days and tearful nights
He attempted suicide..

High above the world's hectic tumult
Emigrating doves tore breeze in solitude
Gleaming ***** paused and then resumed
No one to bother or worst intrude
Embracing the gulp of dust and vapour
And riding on their tantalising bubbles
A crass crow came candid with croak
And bashed and entangled with one of those
The collision followed a cat fight
Only during their unison flight
A crass crow and doves and doves
Those doves were weirdly enough
The spectacle highlighted with the impressive shower
Of the feathers of the one that couldn't empower
Gleaming ***** resumed with the cult
Of curses and gloomy ******
Fly high as they with their sarcastic grins
Cracking jokes of the ****** and assassin
"The innocous crow soul rest in peace
This's what we can pray for thee"
Reached they their destination
Without any guilt and confession
The morning kissed their eyes
As they began again flying high
One of them entangled with a crow
This time both breeds were equal though
Lest the history repeats itself
Or there'll be pleads and requests
But the former often occurs
And a cat fight had begun
The croaky crows were the winners
The doves flew away in tension
The next morning embraced the eyes
Of both the groups for their regular journies to skies
History repeated itself
One of both again entangled
Lest the history repeats itself
Or there will be pleads and requests
The former often occurs you know
But not every time on show
A round of pleads and requests followed
And all reached their respective homes..

Heaven hallucinates me
Heaven of the inadvertent utopia
The sacks of anonymous pleasure
Piled over the funerals of euphoria
Heaven hallucinate me
Heaven in the invisible grain of sand
In the spattering of silvery raindrops
Banging my top vacant storey
Bursting my heart as bombs
Heaven hallucinate me
When that poor ragpicker wears a smile
When gloomy darkness starves for glittering light
The warm hugs of sun
The recreation of nature
Heaven for which I dreamt for
This isn't hallucination
I'm..I'm truly in heaven..

Tossed, turned on the bed
Thorns of thoughts kicked him
The hues of his unseen palette
Flashed him with thundrous beats
Injuries fade stealthy
Wounds never heal
The pain lose apart
Imprints maintain kin
Staggered he to the balcony
Smoking out waves of moans
A devastative despair and agony
He said in the lowest tones
" I loved her terribly, passionately
I lacked the courage to erupt my feelings
First I lost my life, then my friend
And now my foe
Should I grant my life second chance again
To bury deep into the insights of compassion?
Being loved again?"..

Even when the skies will rage terribly
The surging stormy seas will perish the candid coast
All dear ones depart on and on
The world tear me apart
I'll be always a solitary lad
In your never ceasing heart
Waiting for your grand arrival
Waiting for just a habitual glance
From you...
Just to call my name once..
I'll be assured
For I wouldn't have to dig
Other ways to ***** my conscience..

Doughnuts of your cheesy gratitude
Engulfed by lying scoundrels
As they sip your classic soup
Of the sweetest innocent emotion
How you bore a cakewalk
Like pertition in hot waters
How you opted for burnt cult
Rather feeding fancy miracles
Lightning a fuse
Added on to your woes
As they mess with you
They just starved for an appetizer
Of your sincerest approval
But you were not your puppet
And let them out of order
Your imprudent was your innocence...

I wish I were a bird
On the top of the world
Flickering my wings
Funding cushiony twigs
I wish I were a butterfly
On the sweetest petals I lie
******* the nectar
As I freely chatter
I wish I were a fish
Pedalling my fins
With fresh bubbles
And immortal fervour
I wish I were that innocuous kid
Rampageosly messing up barefeet
Denying distinctions via poor and rich
Indicating candid camaraderie
Towards his pals in poverty
Life would be pretty on the upswing...

Crimson buds gardening my drowsy heart
Under the shallow skies of crystals
Of yearning unfulfilled necessities
To become my part and parcel
These then formulate and modify
To zeal and infinite addictions
As I open the gateway
Of my drowsy heart
And then a storm of knocks again
I undoubtedly accept them
Without any question or inquiries
Unknowingly inviting my disabilities
Half of my heart lie in them
Not less than reckless
As I caught red-handed
Indulging in this mess..

Those mighty mountains veiled
With mist and an enchanting mat
Of wild ferns and eerie rampageousness
Saluting apart from the bowed stuff
Desperately frowned
Not a picturesque worth
Posed as the whole community
Of sand, stones and gravel
After thousands of years labour
Collision of their descendant plate
Or their kind god of land
Knitted every yarn of their unit
But everyday two devils
With their aggression and *****
Wears out every thread
Of that giant particulate matter
Dumping in crowds of tractors
To overdeveloped cities
To constructors and masons
After just three months
Gush of sandy winds led my way
To the way to saluted mountains
But once bowed land saluted
And the once saluting mountains
Were past under my feet..

That convict boy playing truant
With his fellow ragpickers
Day in and day out
The harvesting season of buffer
Has gone..Gone his bread and butter
Barefeet as he walks
Across the aisle of thorny bushes
Later at those anonymous paths
To cook food and wash dishes
Weekends he polishes the pride
Of nobles branded shoes
Sunday is quite busy
To sell newspapers at streets
And each night with a wide grin
And some books and a few cash
Departs he to the house
In one of the poorest slums
Which people assume a 'dumpyard'
He isn't a beggar..
He really isn't..

Nothing could raptly penetrate
From your wicked heart
For you wouldn't be an adored rose
If you're still an innocent bud
Nothing could raptly penetrate
For you'd constructed walls all around
Instead of a selectively- permeable membrane
It would be dignified possessions
Rather than a mob or a crowd
Neither unconditional love
Nor uncontrollable laughter
Nothing could raptly penetrate
From your wicked heart
For you wouldn't be a wizard
Without your magic wand

Her inexpressible eyes sided its curtains
No alarm rang
But her alarmed eyes
Day after day
Moulded into binoculars
Rose up in an unknown haste
Flung into the kitchen
Breakfast and batter
Without smash and dishes' chatter
It was Sunday and severe snoring
In the whole house
It was a compulsory duty
At workplace
She couldn't be late
I opened my eyes
The whole house was clean and fine
I had my breakfast prepared
At the shining tiles of the kitchen
In early evening she came
She asked for just a little help
But nobody was there
She was so glittering after such a long walk
At night they just came
Have some fun and dinner
Everybody went in their heaven
Of cellphones
She was alone in a dark room
She had some joint pain
But she had one more line on her head
It's just for family's gain..

He was badly injured
Blood was quenching the thirst
Of eroded plants
The deserted way was grieving
With the sighs and panting
A strip of bandages adored
The heavy rescued heart
And then someone with a thick mustache
Dragged him towards a haunted hut
The stranger put alum
As blood trickled with pus
Moreover the stranger took off
The bandages of his heavy heart
And his warmth drowning wrath
Till the man became convalescent
The hut wasn't built in thick woods
It was in the slum of clothes, threads and technical loops
People might have stitched the man's wounds
Probably they were the best tailors of the town
The man is fine now
In those deserted ways
He's been trained the art of removing bandages
Strip by strip..
He gained his name and fame as one of the best tailors
In a town of trespassed healers..

"Route no.5!"  the porter exclaimed
With a decorous softness
The rested passengers *******
Who never knew their destination
So tedious was the tyranny
Of the lives of the gentleman at the back
How commendable it is!
Never dare to trap peace
The stepfather of that lady passed away
I'm gently humble my lady
But not so fond of your tragedy
Oh brother! Such a great lover
Of music and rocking songs
But that's really not necessary
We're not so accustomed of unpleasant noise
Everyone's so pretentiously violent
With the possible exception of that porter
"Route no.6" the porter exclaimed
With the decorous softness
The rested passengers stormed
"Hey...! Now you have started looting common people ..just rethink of your bus fare"...
I slept in peace...

Why am I still in this room?
Can't I go outside for just an hour or two?
"But dear, Don't you care of your examinations?
Don't you want to design success's definition?"
But I've been so consistent
Is it really still important?
What if I come back nice and fresh
After a pleasant walk with deep breaths
"There isn't any place of argument
Cause this is pretty obvious
Sit and study for next two hours too
Cause last year was really bad one for you"
She shut the door ...
She shut my thoughts
She shut my imagination
Is it really important??

It's only at that precious moment
When winds were blowing
With a winsome velocity
Waves of water were rising
Beyond shrieking intensity
I realised that I was in your heart
Managing some statistics and figures
Of our cheers and affection
It took me a lot for consideration
Who I'd rather
My heart or yours??
But you're asking for fare
But I was disordered
And now I'm just an immigrant
Moving here and there
From one place to another.

Mohit! Why the hell is this plastic still here?
You're like unconscious every moment
Don't fade away your funds, stocks and shares
I'm the lord and you're unfortunately a slave
Mohit is a boy among thousands
Who still hears the melancholy of machines
He's also suffering from the only cash
Since childhood till now he's a teen
A boy with chronic and seasonal hunger
A boy deprived of love and education
Just a skeleton sticking to malnutrition
He's still now involved in some substitution
"Oh my sweetie! Would you tell me where you live?"
Asked a kind cop after seizing the factory
"I...I.....I Sir..." Unable to speak
Mohit is now in orphanage
He's uncomfortable with other teenagers of his age
Couples came and observed him
Who would adopt an unfair, shabby child like him?
People passed by
Years passed by
Time slipped away
Mohit was lost in his own grief and pain
Checking his behaviour
Officials transferred him to the mental hospital
His sight is most common weeping and sobbing under curtains and behind rolled carpets..

Oh your crystal transparent eyes
Is it because of your glistening tears?
You might have seen a beautiful sight
Or glanced something fascinating or surreal?
Hey! You look so exhausted and lethargic
You can close the windows of your eyelashes
My conscience is disastrous pricked
As I get stucked by the warmth of your indelible traces
Oh! Don't sleep right now
How can I then rest in your eyes
Rest in your heavy calmness
Rest in your silvery glass case
Rest with your shady grey eyelashes
Oh! Was this a dream
Or just a fake imagination
I'm in peace with your eyes
Without your presence...

Pa won't hear me precious
He'll send me in those chambers
Mummy! Will you let me suffer
Behind those iron shutters?
I never told you
Constantly fooling you
That I'm always alright
But it's really hard to strive
I won't  survive in that boarding school
Neither I know the rules
Nor to lace up my shoes
I'm not accustomed of that tie
In those chambers, I won't survive
Where I'm not even allowed to cry
I promise I'll left all my addictions
I'll stick up to my study material
I'll do everything,  anything
Is it still not enough?

Breathing in the cold showers
As I glared sky's divine diamonds
The stormy weather unbolted
The windows and the carpets
I gazed at the adjacent apartment
A solitary lady devoid of content
Struggling in stormy weather
Sobbing and weeping altogether
How surreal was it!
A lady with power and pelf
How devastating was it!
A lady trapped only in herself
A lady with brain and brawn
She wasn't contented and that was all
She might be cursed or sinned
Or was an accused
How her luxurious leisure life
Left her impossible to strive
Treasure may be her best companion
Till the very end
What a great pity was it!
She was well- off but what use was of money
When her boat of life was so heavy
With entertainment stuff unworthy
The boat is continuously drowning
Slowly and steadily
Someone warn her please....

If I could paint my emotions
On your harsh heart
I'd have pretty done
But I was not an artist
And that was the problem
If I could sprinkle you
With my glistening tears
I'd have pretty pursued
But I was not a gardener
And that was the problem
Since the fork of our ways
Left us unrecognized
And trodded the traces
Leaving us impoverished
I'd done a bit of training
To hide my sufferings
I've been digging weeds out
And portraying your frown...

In that algal bloom marshland
Lived a frog with his wife once
Feeding his wife every day
The frog was now tired and tedious
"Oh! My beloved, I can't feed you much
For I'm already old and broken"
His beloved was no longer in delight
As she was in a frenzy of fright
"We can't leave our birthplace
We're not in a great haste
Let us gobble up anything
A twig, a bug or a little fish
Let's settle up our lives
For we have to thrive"
Slowly and steadily
The marsh was empty
All it own was dump like a bin
No pathogens, no bug, no fish
Except two souls counting days till death
As they worked hard with their breath
The marshland was now the property
Of a government official at duty
He called for drainage cleaners
To build there shopping centres
To disappear the marshland
In the crystals of water vapour
As workers dug deep inner
All they unearthed was algae
Nothing more than that
Nothing less than this..

Ah! The most awaited moment
Now, approaching by degrees"
Chanted a gullible girl
As she breathed the blow of breeze
From a severely punished window
In a junk rusty vehicle
She enchanted her heavy heart
With the happiness at the highest pinnacle
She was anonymous in that mob
Without advices and unworthy suggestions
The overstrain upon her brain
Urged her to leap onto actions
Her dreadful years of shackled confinement
And her teary eyes weeping with lashes
Lack of love, lack of leisure
Just for the attainment of cash
It has been only four hours
Since she fled away
With some cash and brawn
Her way was prepared to pave
As she rejoiced her heart
With liberty, love and leisure
The gullible girl was engulfed by the cult
Of a chauffeur driving an unknown vehicle
The rusty vehicle burnt into flames
And so the gullible girl
Her first journey became her disastrous departure
Unrecognized of the heartshaking return
Of her innocence
The ashes carried a soul
Unfulfilled and unquenched..

Chimneys smoking cigar
As the dusk perpetuates dawn
Thorps fusing in graveyard
As the ghosts visit haunts
Far in the distant lands
Stands a haunted bungalow
With the myths of royal clans
With grapewines and willows
Algae, lichens and mosses
Snakes poisoning the stuff
Rats feeding on corpses
Crying in the ink of blood
As the ghostly army of midnight
Babbles with a vexing parade
The chaos of tedious tramps
Blows ears like trumpets
In that grey grave
Glitters a gloomy groom
With his suitcase of nightmares
And curse dressed like a boon
As he steps long rambles
To unearth his mate
To add on tragedy and troubles
As he curses his fate
Love was his beginning
His aggression takes wings
As he cries with foxes
The gloomy groom has lent
His soul as it decays
Rats feeding on corpse
Accelerating lichens and moss
Five long years of waitin'
Reached a fearsome end
Villagers still cookin'
Lost someone never met
Bride faded
Love was his suffering
Ignorance was his victory
No chaos, no tramps
Not love nor trumpets
No hatred no disturbance ..

In that slum, cried a soul
A guttural cacophony with frown
"Bring me some food
Or else I'll lose my hue"
Nobody responded and so the son
Dear fainted with the thirst of love
Day in and day out
As the soul slowly drowned
Nobody cared and so the son
The dear died drowned in hope
Nobody reckoned nor even the son
The departed soul
With the cacophony in frown
Cried, "May the Almighty bless you
For I've faded my hue..

There in your little streets
Or the drained narrow passages
"Gush before pay"
Cried a labourer seeking wages
Along the uninhabited rye
Or down the isolated alleys
Those tough boatmen
Still ferry
Corner of highways
Or a traffic jam
Rushing in a great haste
As they move for a hope
To enlighten the griefs
Of others..
They don't walk steps
They take progressive leaps..

I'm a mercenary bee with the sweetest honey
As I flap from blossoms to sailings
Humming hilariously to and fro the petals
******* the fleshy and succulent nectar
I'm flapping without lashes
The whole vast blue sky is mine
I'm an ideal applause
For the breeders dine
My community is altogether admirable
My hives are my fascinating creations
That viscous divine honey
Is my diligence culmination
I'm a scampy wee
For I'm as busy as a bee..

To the east paves insurmountable demons
To the west leads on to inevitable legends
To the right bows the fierceful battles
To the left lies the darkest lands
Roosters crying , ghosts staring
Lava erupting, devils bursting
No bridges, no aids
No ridges, no helping hands
From east to west
Right or left
A miserable life
On a barren tract
And there exits and entrances
Of worriers and warriors
There lies guesses and chances
And both tigers and terrors
Oh Sis! Now you sign an accord
Of success or failures
Cause the time has come
Blow out the unrecognized potential
Step in a world
Where you're the lord
And you're the only angel
.......Gosh! A havoc foot is itching
To flunk you down
But you're a warrior enough
Dump it out of your town
There..just 2 steps more
Your success with an overwhelming tribute
Just 2 steps more..

All my roots are deeply penetrating
Down your spine
With a gush of rejoicings
For an adventurous ride
Your awkward arrival
Your farewell departure
Leaving indelible imprints
On the sands of my heart
I'm needlessly emotional
You're crazily horrible
I'm discovering freedom
You're looking for a confined shelter
In my framed portrait
With my allowances
Without any rent..

I've been looking for glass sheets
For clear majestic views
But a dreary kaleidoscope I find
Among the wreck and ruins
So strucked was I
To gain pleasure
In those mocking patterns
I've been looking for seashells
For silvery water outbreaks
But sea urchins I dwell
So strucked was I
To love the stingy pain
As I get abased
With the thorns by lane
I've been looking for empathy
But all I discover is cruelty
I've been looking for better
But all I found is clearly opposite..

Neither crystal water nor illusionary wine
(Just an appreciation of your might)
The venom of bitter potion
Of your gingery ignorance
Beating with ultrasound commotion
My heart is dressed up for nuisance
Neither hunger nor appetite
(Just an appreciation of your might)
The poison of your contemptuousness
Of your traditional taunts
Surfing with the fatal waves
My mind is now dressed up for the hilarious haunts
Neither stars nor moons
Just a ride
To my black holes..

I thought of that guy
Who had no reason to smile and talk
He's just gravely idle
In that cheerful crowd
Never dared to join in the conversation
Decency showering from the graceful grin
And those horn- rimmed spectacles
Sharpened with blowing thin cheeks
Retinas that watch world with a peculiar vision
Heart that filters the impurity
Soul trickling rare satisfaction
An ideal of peace certainly..

I think of talking you
Everyday
But you're already asleep
Today too
I think of giggling you
Every time
But you're out there
Always
I know you're tired of my
Meet you some day
Since that grateful event
But I promise
I'll finally meet you
Today..

The valiant stock of indescribable imagination
Spilling affection on the fickle-minded thoughts
Brimming the golden compassion
Leads everything by nose
Gallantry of the spongy sheets of emotions
Faith in contemptuous social beliefs
The valiant stock of indescribable imagination
Emphasizing the insatiable reaps..

Snoring wildly on the emerald carpets
With lush and frantic hue
Cushiony petals are dancing puppets
Destination never has gone through
Crops bearing golden yields
Threshed with ardent love and devotion
There.. farmer's friends crawling deep
Displacing under fine fragmentation
Endless barriers..Endless notes
Endless beauty...Endless codes..

Saffron blonde autumn twilight
Sparkle of sharp sunbeams
Shadows of the ardent desires
Yawning in the insatiable deeds
Saffron blonde autumn twilight
Splitting the rays of sharp sunbeams
Warmth of patterns glowing
The gold moment will soon come..

When I interviewed myself
With the unexpected questions
I shattered into fine wreck
With the piles of destruction
And there lies your havoc foot
Which adds on with my rack and ruins
Lord..you're really an iron man
Who seeks pleasure out of other's pain
No one's a winner in this game of fair play
No one's gonna escape me from this hay...

Who's there?
Gang of wild hounds
Babbling furiously
By leaps and bounds
Framing objectives
Are they suspicions?
Guess not
Prepare for the investigation
Right now
Are they altogether?
No..they're the birds of the same feather
Should we arrest?
You silly ***..just leave
I'll do the rest
But Sir..
Just leave!!!
Sir..they're in your relationship

What!! Are you sure of this?
Perfectly Sure
Oh!! You're so eccentric..It's late..Good night...

G'night ...
And then thoughts at laundry
Desires in drowsiness
Inevitable seems attractive
Soul spitting mess
G'night...
Have a good sleep...
And then nightmares drive me crazy
Lately after the stroke of midnight hour
When the ghostly army of night
Is still in great darkness
And...in a snoring sleep in heaven...
She again woke me up..
And she said..
G'morning..

They say that every night has an end
Every morning brings something new and fresh
But I must confess
It's nothing new...in fact it just ruins my head
They say that Nothing bad stay
But the rain of divinity has gone
And I must confess
Nothing gold stay...
They say that I've something missing
Being an introvert and all
They say that I just require a rude awakening
I don't know what they want
Nor they hell ya tell me
I'm in a great dilemma
And I just don't know how to get out of this...

An unfortunate sadist
A morbid *****
An overwhelming pessimist
Kind of brittle bone
Unconsciously conscious
Of defeated steps trodden
A rather peculiar guy
Winner oaths for lousy defeats
Frigid troubles a sort for keeps
Liked not being liked
Forget the unforgotten
Unconsciously conscious
Of defeated steps trodden..

Ain't you a pauper?
Pockets are crazily yelling
For breakfast, lunch and supper
Ain't you insane?
Crazily banging your head
Against walls and frames
Ain't you emotional?
With your lousy tears
Afraid of confessions
Ain't you an introvert?
Chattering with yourself
Hiding behind that cupboard
At the stroke of midnight hour??
I know when we say you to smile
How difficult it appears to you
To pull those scarce smiles deep under your crests of troubles..
I know it..I've realised it..I get it..

Some doubts last forever
Some go down in flames
Others wait for a savior
To paint feats over blames

Half of the sorrows lent
Some with **** absence
Flickering the unwanted immigrants
Still with indelible influence

Shadows bickering from sceneries
Yelling from the wounds of ignorance
For the desires to be a mercenary
With heavy ******* and finances

And those doubts, those memories
Those immigrants, those saviours
Sorrows of lent miseries
Snoring in my ventilated treasure..