One coward
Pretending to be brave
Is turning others
Into his slaves

This disease
Is calling a fear
It is spreading
In every part of sphere

If there is no antidote
I make it
I chose resistance
You won't break it

I cry tears of blood
But it is too late
I've still got your blood
On my hands

I lived in the 'sixties
In a land of black and white
Till you came by
And gave colour to my life

Like a graceful stroke
Of a paint brush
You filled me with hues
Of happiness
With your touch

And now I see the world anew
For you've coloured my life
And my dreams too
Nd I know I can never go back
To black and white
And I know I'll see everything in red
With you in my sight

i am falling in love with the way he speaks
because he shouts
then he mocks
and demands to be heard
but then he listens
and he stops
but promises his return

You may not always see him
but i promise he is there
he will always steal your breath
but Death
i do not care.

She asked in a whispered voice. Barely audible enough to take hold of the sound.

I close my eyes, and reply…

It is the space in between your warm embraces. The sun that races across the sky eclipsing your last touch. It’s the breath that escapes me when you say my name.

Time, is all these, and I haven’t seen the end.

Cold, is all I feel. Darkness is all I see. I’m suffocating…

I wasn't born in the universe
The universe was born in me