Faces of plastic, covered in wax, greased with the oils of appeal.

Forever Frozen, rigid and cold, lasting winters of years.

Bearing a smile, shallow and hollow, to gain that other’s ear.

How often we are told, we must avoid, anything that causes us fear.

In the realm of my mind
Fears and grieves they collide
Within a deafening storm

Never have I faced an eath demon
The faces that come alive
The roads that go burn in fire
The curses that never come to an end

So,
I get collapsed when the shards hit the hearts
When the nights turn their back on the wars
When lonesome minds are burnt to death
I'm ****** off, in memory of a lost cause
In death of my mind...

Here  you  are  not
lonely.



Trees  and  it's  night
******    moon  light
should    included
me  with   your
face's  brightness.




  On  your  tuition  -going
path  was  not
covered  by
devils  of  drastic
teenagers.



Desires   of   nothingness  and
wanting  of   everything
were   dominating   you
unnecessarily.



Of  course  these  are
mine.
But  believe  me
it  was my  sub-conscious
mind  state.

At  yesterday    evening
  i  saw   my
dream  fat  girlfriend.


  Her  bicycle addicted
brother and  her  other
male  boy class  and  tuition
mates  were  with
evening's  gossip
group.


­My  eyes  were
             trying  to  search
           on  him.


Her  father and  guess
i  think  one  of  other
girlfriends   was  inside
the  cyber  cafe.



Recently   full  moon
    was  seen  on
his  faces!