Complication is a word that I want, not to exist,
But it always seems to, around me, persist.
Calculations when I do for the good of all,
Somewhere I get attracted to the selfish scenery and then fear for the fall.
Anger rises, for the tree's not growing even after feeding water,
But the water used was impure I know it in inside,
So while walking away from the tree, my breathing stutters.
But the water was pure when I took it in the jug, I had taken the care,
But the devil infatuates me and his germs adulterate it,
I am innocent so I get a crush on him, blaming only me isnt fair.
Guilt comes for the rescue. How.? You would wonder,
Sooner the guilt sooner the absolution and then works the sander.
I know I have made a mistake and I feel sorry at the very next moment,
Please dont dry away oh tree. I promise now, to feed u till u feel the content.
Every bad action has the regretful reaction at the same instant in my heart,
How do all feelings travel in the same beat of the heart..?
I hold a hammer when walking this life with mistakes, the devil's call,
Because when I try to find myself again, getting closer are the walls.

Complication is a word that I want, not to exist,
But it always seems to, around me, persist.
Calculations when I do for the good of all,
Somewhere I get attracted to the selfish scenery and then fear for the fall.
Anger rises, for the tree's not growing even after feeding water,
But the water used was impure I know it in inside,
So while walking away from the tree, my breathing stutters.
But the water was pure when I took it in the jug, I had taken the care,
But the devil infatuates me and his germs adulterate it,
I am innocent so I get a crush on him, blaming only me isnt fair.
Guilt comes for the rescue. How.? You would wonder,
Sooner the guilt sooner the absolution and then works the sander.
I know I have made a mistake and I feel sorry at the very next moment,
Please dont dry away oh tree. I promise now, to feed u till u feel the content.
Every bad action has the regretful reaction at the same instant in my heart,
How do all feelings travel in the same beat of the heart..?
I hold a hammer when walking this life with mistakes, the devil's call,
Because when I try to find myself again, getting closer are the walls.

A yoyo in his hand,
Wrist covered with a band,
Sitting silently under a willow,
He gazed at the leaves yellow.
His past memories invavded his heart,
So viscous they were like a black ****.
He longed for his mother to be with him,
All these made his face to fill with grim.
Pain strucked his heart much violently,
But he cried his pain sitting there silently.
He looked around at the trees tall,
They too were suffering the season of Fall.
The path to the willow he sat under,
It was so damaged as if hit by the thunder.
But then he was pleased at the sight looking silently,
The Falling leaves hiding the path so quietly.

When aversion arises in us, we may get jealous,
Enigmatic, but it takes against them who's vivacious.
Then we act flamboyant to cope up with them,
But when there's no encomium, life's still like a stem.
Hatred is a seed of frustration and crisis,
It builds in us nothing but prejudices,
Dont get cynical, see the world with tinted eyes,
Beauty that it holds, like at night, the fluoroscent fireflies.
Affection is indespensable which should be adduced,
It is inconcievable and cannot be induced.
Powers are always used to do something rough,
Otherwise to win the world, Love is Enough..

When aversion arises in us, we may get jealous,
Enigmatic, but it takes against them who's vivacious.
Then we act flamboyant to cope up with them,
But when there's no encomium, life's still like a stem.
Hatred is a seed of frustration and crisis,
It builds in us nothing but prejudices,
Dont get cynical, see the world with tinted eyes,
Beauty that it holds, like at night, the fluoroscent fireflies.
Affection is indespensable which should be adduced,
It is inconcievable and cannot be induced.
Powers are always used to do something rough,
Otherwise to win the world, Love is Enough..

The real ME told myself, Never do trust in "trust" again.
I diplomatically said, "I ,maybe, should give it a second chance."

"But trust once broken is cruel."

I, in my imagination, widout physical efforts, held my neck and pressed until the throat diameter ends meet, by the way, making myself touch death.. That was a "must obey" THREAT..
And then I decided not to trust..