Frozen in daylight
Molten in glaciers
Loving is living
Beyond wildest adaptations
Flabbergasted in the fray
Of messy, mixed emotions
Face deep in downfall
Of kins' precautions..

In the dark and deep interiors
Where harsh reality prevails
Where no state's aid knocks
A gruesome tale it entails
Where woman is a mother,
Sister, or a guileless daughter
Behind veils of ignorance
Where poor is beaten excruciatingly
For solely out of wantonness
A young girl writhing with pain
Fear, dysphoria of social shame
Where age-old myths are sacred
In their glum and gloated atmosphere
Where harsh reality prevails
Out of sophisticated, sedentary lifestyles
In the dark and deep interiors
Where backwardness is upheld...

Ronnie Ronnie
Yes Papa
Entering Politics
No Papa



Telling a lie
No Papa
Show me your flag
Ha Ha Ha

i feel like a puppet
a ventriloquist taking control—
i move hopelessly as their fingers
tangle with the strings,

making me dance,

                                    
                    ­                      dance,

      
           dance.

Notion to notion
World's away from it's summation
Till a shape of destiny show's
Here and now, the voice of indication

Paces with a stare...
Reason's behind the wall of sound
Places we know can, but took too seriously?
Where has a meant season, saved art allowed?

With the dance of harmony, we foretell as a body's key
The tooth we know, looking for devotion
The truth we owe, for out a sincere oddity
The tendency we go, with once in motion

Meticulous, the voice we hear
Time in its round about, turn with patience
Of the common prowess, to fulfil a world
Saying to us and them, do thoughts age?