We born with big spirit within ourselves...
We grew up with a light faded away deep inside...Shy from us...Scared of what had been fed inside us...
We became at some point of time unknown to ourselves...
And...
We became a Heretics, when we start taking courses not known for other who used to know us!
For those who deluded our tissues with...
Blood not ours...
With Breathes not for us to breath...
With Tears not for us to be part of Cries...
We became lost in the space...
Lost in many paths...
Lost in Silence and even in Crowds...
And ....
Still have that Light, trying to find its way to the Universe...
Still Cleansing...
We Still Walk in Paths...
We Still Longing for Brightening the Dark inside us...
There are still Places inside us and outside there...
Those Places that would be nice to be Un-tagged with things that are not meant to be for US!!!...

Untitled?*
Oh really?
They couldn't just leave it blank?
Untitled sounds disappointed,
Like they expect every poem to have a real title.
Or that it somehow makes it less of a poem,
because it simply lacks a word at the top?
Some poems don't need a title,
& this is no exception.
If I wanted a title I would have put one,
So please just leave it be.