A thought just came,
what would happen if unnature remains same,
nature remains same,
and
suddenly human got vanish but
things made by human remains same?
same thing will happen,
that is happening,
next creature after human,
may use the entirity as natural,
may envisage the entirity as natural.

This is a curious feeling,
I want to know
either I am happy or sad.
a painful feeling,
I want to know
either I´m hurt because of ignorance Or
I am unhappy with my response.
a brave feeling, to heal my pain
either I face the challenge,
or I change the direction of my mind,
It´s just the feeling that
I want to shape me to previous one.

Darkness is roming around the gujarat
White clouds disappering from guarat
Ground is becoming red
Sky is crying for help
But everyone else is becoming blind
Human's are becoming animals
Animals becomes humans.

the smell of tobacco
Lingering in patchouli
voyaging onward
Highways of physical
Manifested memory
cycles of cars, homes
dogs and cats along
we notice that sound
aroma and coffee taste

Now we can drive too
the hurricane of scents
cycles bikes and basements
greets the pets and parents
the car is still in the driveway
sleep sound for the morning
and evening as well
she might be gone but you're still
here.

A beleaguered mind behind placid eyes
This stoic facade is my disguise
There's a pain I cannot fully verbalize
Impossible to rationalize or make you realize
My emotions run deep, that much is true
They are the reason for my heart's grand coup
Its fighting my mind, making me blind
Makes me want to run scared of an attack from behind
It consumes my thoughts and fuels my fears
Its a battle I feel I'm losing and it brings me to tears
I feel the loss of control taking a hold over me
And its my darkest thoughts that say they'll set me free
Make me free? I want to believe
Because after it all who would really miss me?
Nobody knows of my pain, driving me insane
Spreading like cancer throughout my brain
I try to reach for help but the doors keep closing
Its a living night terror and this world is a show screen
There's no wake up or brake up from this terror existing
My thoughts told me how to end it - drop from a building
Kiss that pavement, make a statement, go out nice and quick
Because dealing with my problems makes me always feel sick
My head's always in the toilet
I'm a walking disappointment
I'm so afraid to face myself, I missed my psychiatrist appointments

As each ball falls
I juggle less *****
in the end there'll
be none left at all.

Try to do right and
keep perspective,
my sight
is injured by the
onset of night.

And you lot harangue me,
you'd strip me
and hang me if
you had your way.

But today I'm the juggler,
the word
I'm the smuggler
the pirate that sails in
with the goods.