Life is a tragedy
Man is its melody
Make of your life a victory
And stop looking at their misery.
We live once
They die twice
Never regret being skint
Money and power
Won't make you a Saint.
Their power is fake
Our love is a world lake.

I want to love you
Polished girl
Who's grown from glamourus day of babe
But you
But you
Hold no substance of earth
No brains of your own
No truth to convey
You take what I give
You take
You take
Giving nothing of yourself
As empty beings, be
And by the way
You are not social in the least

I hated the sunlight,
For it could touch you!
I hated your sheets
For it could embrace you!
I hated the very air around you,
For you breathe it in!
When will I get to touch, embrace
And breathe you in?
My soul aches for you...

As I wade through these waters,
Cold, damp and up to my knees;
Looking forward to my next step,
Rolling up my sleeve;

When upon a sudden depth,
I plunge...
Deeper into my blackened sea;
Unable to swim
Dropping to one knee;
Wounded by my needle,
I BLEED...

Feeling,
as if only moments from my last breath,
I cough with relief.
Trapped in a vortex,
As the swirling waves engulf me...

Vision blurs,
As I last dry heave;
My chest begins to seize...
Unable to swim;
As I reach my reality.
Wounded by the needle ,
I BLEED...

My self is humbled
When I see light arround
When I hear birds sound
When fresh air persuade
Its time you rise and join
Hands with the bands
Who just do the will
Of almighty and fill
Obediance and pleasure
That makes this world
beautiful
Permanance is created
By chain of trancience.
Its the beam of light
That creats this drama
Sounds and shadows
With silence and shades
Flights and blights
Strings with words
That is god!
My self is humbled!

The plump moon lights up my room.

My mind is now a flat graph
no desire no lust no dream

the cold winds from the rumbling sea
make no dent on me
I look at my palms
and see the cracked floor
gnarled roots of mangrove on the wall
blend seamlessly with all I have
like once I had her in this room
love together
taking wingless flight to the moon
but now I more like sitting here
prospecting no words to rhyme
not angered at the blankness
for in this vacuous moonlight
I wait without a hope of gain
without a despair of loss
unconstrained for time
contoured by fireflies
alone
recounting a new beginning
from the end.