I really want to see
If you reached out to me
Like you promised
And possible revel
in the silly long
Banter of our old voices.
It seems a lifetime
turns to a month
That you got older
Becoming more preoccupied.
But I don't want to let myself See
Because another let down
Would leave me lonely.

People compliment me
for dressing up nice...









Little did they know,
I show up nice to hide the PAIN and SCARS within me...

Imagine;
The canvas is the root of the planted dilemma.

Paint the truth with daffodils
Paint reality with roses

Exhibit your piece
Like you still have your sanity

Do not worry, your little writings behind the canvas is safe with us.

how did i get to this point
where i cant get out of bed
my eyes look so empty
deep lifeless pits
my body aches
with the pain of being alive

i don't understand
is it chemicals in my brain
scrambled into the wrong combinations
is it something i did
if it was
i cant remember

i'm not gonna last long

You  will
go  to  your
   home !


Where  are  you
  staying   in
the  city !


Why  did  not
cut  your  long
hair?

People  are
asking  thes­e  
questions.
Repeatedly  to
a  particular  man.



Millions  of  In­dian
and  world  people
stay  in  city
  homelessly.

Millions  o­f
hungry  people
are  staying
without    their
native    home.


­
Millions  of  
economically  poor
people  could  not
cut  their ­ 
long  hair.


No  one  ask
  that-  when   will
you   go  to
your   home?



Where  are
you  staying  in
the  city?


Why  did  not
c­ut  your  long
   hair?