Inside us,
We got both dark and light
It's on us whom we choose

God whisper in the same breath,
Where the devil waits.

Inner Heaven shines
Only because of the deadly fire of inner Hell.

Hunger sharpens the taste of fullness
Fullness remembers the ache of hunger

Poverty carves the shape of wealth,
Wealth still carries the memories of empty hands.

We are not one or the other
We are both..
And in that balance
We are alive.

Blank page.
Heavy ink.
A sinking mind,
All hopes gone in a blink.

If you are crying,
Your are not broken,
You are surviving.

Two developers developed a game,
Game was real but the players were insane.
The goal was easy...to reach the paradise portal,
But only at once, because the players were mortal.

Going to paradise portal was tough,
Because the routes of honesty were rough.
Love, honesty, sacrifice were the different levels,
To reach the paradise players had to travel.

The other cunning developer not wanted players to win,
He added shortcuts carved from sin.
Poor players, tired of the game,
Chose the shortcuts to ****** some fame.

The shortcuts were betrayal, lies, and killings,
And players leapt in by their own willing.
They dreamed of heaven, but the truth did tell:
The shortcut’s gate was the doorway to hell.