3 am , a cigarette and a bed.
It's the shortest demoralising story and it's not so bad,
It's not sad either ,
it's just cleaning up of all the mayhem caused by children themselves. Growing up into chain smoking  adults who didn't learn to smoke cigarettes from their friends.

Courage is what it takes to accept the reality,
especially when you're an empath,
When the path you always take is dark. Manifest all the possibilities and accept it's  contradictions to the reality.
There is no truth,
Or false
It's only a symphony
of the mid night lark.

Love is a memory,
that resists repression.
Love feeds on melody,
Infecting the weak ones by sending them to depression.

She loves madcaps, she loves food,
She loves Sunday boat rides but never my tune.
Something within myself
keeps reminding me-
"You are a loner, you're a fool
You don't deserve to be loved
Survival is the left thumb rule."

Do you know
what's the most popular
thing to find?
You won't be surprised
to know.
It is what you want,
To find what you need.
To find love in the impossible.
To find
Happiness
In your desires.
It is to find
desires
That YOU think is necessary.
To find a way to love the way you feel about yourself,
What you deserve.
To find yourself raw
And to find a way to process yourself.

It is the most useful-less thing to find.
But,
It isn't hard
Like a dog makes its way to a bone
to find and bottle what you
desire
It is infact easy.
You find it only when you find a way to burst out your need to find it.
And when you do-
There is nothing else to find.

Once a wise man told me-
The hardest task for a man is to be alone.
I denied,
I was a lonner.
But then there was a burst of
pink in life
Now I really know what he meant.

I see the skys with eyes wide open
Clearing all my doubts  
About the horrors of existence.
-
The land of Kissberry?
That connects the 'present' to an old memory.
It's the same old story,
The sun going  up,
and the air going in,
in to the soft damaged lungs.
A cold comfort wrapped
around the neck.
A carrot and a trek.
A dusty  period!
-
But it was a stranger day,
Today!
The warmth of the sun felt strange-
The range of a subconscious child
Came to an end,
And energy kept going in.
Seeking shelter on thoughts that kept the mind at peace- (in divine)

Under a shelter somewhere deep In hell.
Somewhere deep,
I feel my body's heavy,
Hearts  lonely,
Lost but happy.

I am Steady and ready to survive,
But after a baby-nap
And a mellow drive,
I'll be up foot.

To experience this land of
Euphoric memory,
Which I call Kissberry.
Close your eyes and go back in time,
To the only beautiful route that's not star-ry
-
Inception between the two roads-
The memory and the present,
A travel opportunity for the psychonaut,
Till a hopeless comfort   transcends.