They will only criticize
They won't sympathize
So don't make yourself paralyze
Do something which makes them surprise
But don't disguise
Keep it real and revise
Give yourself advise
Don't you ever compromise, minimize, apologize
Come with some real **** which synchronize
Something which characterised
You can Immobilized
Your power, your trust, your belief with no curse
Just memorize, organise, realise
Please don't pressurize
You can make your life harmonize

It implies
With timewise
Don't bribe the life
It wil galvanize
You can't resize
Your effort, belief, courage only your tries
So stay, stay with god
He won't do fraud
You believe
You'll achieve.

In that hospital
I was
Watching that  drip
Running through veins
And give that sick body another trip
Clam remains
Doctor explains
Reason behind my mother's sick body's complains
Nothing to worry
Not to hurry
Doc gave me some kind of slurry
Mum aches sometimes in pain
And sometimes in regret
She thought we are late
No mommy
No regret
Neither we are late
It's God's grace
Just embrace

i used to get mad,
and cry,
about the little things in life.

but now,
I sit,
thinking how
satisfied
i feel,

it's real,
if even a worn out soul like me,
can find peace and unity,
a bright light in this hole,
then you know,
it's real.

                                             -YYC

How can I pour my existence onto the page,
To stand firm, true, inviolate;
Like this arrangement of ancient bark?

My words written in their time,
Shed themselves like autumn leaves,
Tumbled and turned by the winds of the creative mind.

Will they whisper to those who would hear,
Of greener times and memories unfurled,
My secrets, my shame, my joy, my sorrows?

To be picked up and appreciated for their sunset colouring,
Swept aside with impatience as a trifling incidental,
Or trampled to dust by the pell-mell of rushing feet.

And which, dear reader, are you - a collector, a sweeper, or a trampler?

i still ache from missing you.
the shape your mouth made
when you were unsure.
the blueness of your eyes
taking my breath away
each time they found mine.
you were beautiful like a natural disaster,
devastating but captivating.

our time was fleeting
but felt like an eternity.
as if each star in the cosmos aligned
to enable us to share
those twilight moments.
your teeth on my neck.
your warm breath in my ear.
our pleasures will never
be understood, only feared.
worshipping each other in the darkness
like pilgrims searching for god.
you were all i wanted to know,
happily spending forever locked
under soft duvets, sweat trickling
down the arch of your back
on those summer nights.

i miss the heaviness of your body
as you finally gave in to sleep,
knowing i'd chase away
those demons that controlled your dreams.
i still feel your hands in mine
like a phantom limb
soft but definitely writers hands,
creating beauty so naturally
the words would catch in my throat.

haunted by all i never said;

darling stay here please,
my heart beats for you alone
i can't bare to face the dark.

I sat by the window,
Opposite to trees.
My head was aching
For I had a sleepless night.
The sun shined,
On the broken windowpane.
The yellow leaves were shedding
Off their companions.
The cold breeze slipped through the broken windowpane
And whispered something in my ears.
It calmed my mind
And my pain vanished.
The door, in the room, opened
And she entered.
Everyone stood up, I didn't.

I read my horoscope
each morning
thinking I have a glimpse
into the future

Little did I know
that stories change
when the writer
does

I can’t believe this will be my last night
in the room I grew up in.

The room I cried in and laughed in.
The mattress on which I vomited, and masturbated, and had *** for the first time.

The window where I smoked **** against my parents wishes,

and the room that I drank myself silly in.

The room I fell in love in,

and was brutally heartbroken in.

This is my last night here.