As I travel back to my younger days,
I remember my occluded mind.
The doings of neighbourhood and community,

Being taught always,
Darkness is sorrow,
White light is where
Peace and beauty you'll find...

That black shirt  needs no washing,
As you cannot see its furrow,
White ones should be cared...

Hide yourselves with a black cloth,
Show yourself off to the world
With an angel ring that's white....

My heart is about to rot,
My mind with agony was already whirled,
I shall now began to fight,
For my skin Is dark,
But is brighter than your soul...

The sun that used to flinch me,
Every morning full of despondency,
Today those same yellow lines felt like a kiss,
That set my spirits free!

The flowers In my little garden,
Were on the verge of absolute wilt,
No water for them, I stand in guilt;
But today I gave them a shower,
And myself I pardon!

The coffee I gulp down within moments
Little Into my mouth,
More on the table in torrents,
Today I savour it
And feel the energy Into my body sprout!

A rainy afternoon,
No longer I rush inside,
No longer through a hole at the world
I glance,
For life  will be over soon,
Today, I choose to dance!

The house is on fire,
The bed I once relaxed on,
Is now burning to nothing;
"The walls resist wind and flames"
Oh, how the architect was a liar
From my power pen on the desk,
To the lively, beautiful lawn,
I could see my home crumbling down...
I sit there,
On the couch watching,
Thinking of numerous people to blame
I waited for the fusillade of heat to burn me,
Skin rotting from ember,
To bear the smoke,
My eyes no longer gutsy
Suffocating more with anger,
And as I ****** in my last two breaths,
I realised I was the architect,
I set the fire ...

He was there,
Standing by my side,
Tall, nice and wise
And ah, a smile wide
I would wonder,
Ever to him I would suffice
Match his love,
Match his words,
Mind of a dove,
The exactness of what occurred
The brightness of his pale,
The depth of his shallow,
The shrewdness of his callow,
The mindfulness of his avail
I loved,
I cared,
It was a walk on the rainbows,
A dance in the rains,
A fight with the softest pillows
Rays of sunshine
Through the cracks of windows
But then I discern,
It was a play
For the amusement of the naive,
It was a paradise,
Inside the freshness of the willows,
It was a lovely merry go round
On the top of the deadliest hurricane.....

Pelagic, my mind goes when I see you
Pelagic, my breathing relates when your lips curve
Pelagic, my rollercoaster goes when your hands are on mine
Pelagic, my begula whale rides when your eyes shine
Pelagic, my bilge wings flap over when words for me at your mouth accrue
Pelagic, I become when I think of you...

While it flawlessly divines itself during the shine and the rain,
All the while it stands boldly upright;
Keeping the thought of being colossal away,
While people are trying to bring it down;
  It stands perfectly in its position,
  Despite being stamped, crushed
  Cut please, or just brushed.
  It is deeply hurt, yet a picturesque sight!
  All it desires is a bit of shine and a drop of water,
   For it priors the great before itself,
   In require of no care or smother,
It relentlessly grows with nothing more..
Deeds  so high, yet chooses to be rooted to the massive floor!
While it suffocates beneath to make a soft bed for the tired,
While it brings life over the dead dark browns;
It bears acceptingly  whatever comes to its way,
Not giving a single thought!
I want to be a strong so like grass ;
They call it mediocre, I call it sight!

How long,
The darkness controls
The storms hit
Threads of agony I knit
diamonds yet feel like coals...

How deep,
The knife cuts
Piercing through veins and skin
Let affliction win
Killing empathy and guts...

How far,
Will this aura spread
Passiveness end
Further break pieces that I could mend
Puncture a hole in my gunky head...

How unclear,
My way out of this labyrinth
A ticket out of this Hell
A soul forbidden to yell
Another midnight on the cracked plinth...

Demons chasing,
Tearing the threads
Of my charred skin
Oh bare hands
Pinning nails mercilessly
A scar,
From temple to the chin
Burning strands
Of hope and faith
Inflicting agony
A prodigious torment jar
Hellfire,
Burning my skull
Mire,
Drowning my feet into muck
An unending fallacy,
An excruciating battle
Purgatory so strong
Almost was I awestruck
Prison bars,
Long and wide
Trivial strength
Rods I rattle
An affliction tide
Iron chains,
Rusted with tears
Sweat and anguish
Tied in desolation
Leaving marks of despondency
Hunter,
Of love
Bringing down affection
Replacing with dejection
Imparting melancholy
Leashing mercilessly
To a colony
Of endless woe
Eternity of dolour
Reminder of failure
Pioneer of gloom
Trapped,
In this labyrinth
In this maze
In this hallucination
Hit me,
Oh blaze,
To fight this bleakness,
Forgive me
I hold no more strength...