is a beast with peppermint breath
and shiny white teeth. Sometimes
they hide their claws in the bottom of

their bedroom drawers. Sometimes
their sweet song is exiguous as their
black leather thongs. Sometimes you're

trapped in a bubble that only leaves you with
a measure of trouble. And sometimes it takes
a sharp pin to see all the years you've put in.

There used to be a bottle on the wall.
It was very green.
I'm sure it was the loneliest green bottle
that I had ever seen
It used to sit on the wall
all day and all night
And every day, when I looked out of the window,
it was always in my line of sight
Then one day, a cat came along.
Something was going to happen; I could tell
The cat then accidentally nudged it
and off the wall, it fell
When it had fallen off the wall
it had dropped with a very loud sound.
There were all these little pieces of the green bottle
all over the ground
Then the cat yelped
and I knew it had gotten hurt
I could quite obviously see its paws were caked in
blood and dirt
The bottle wasn't harmful in the beginning
it did not look the slightest bit treacherous
but after a nudge in the wrong direction
it became very dangerous
Now I look back at you smiling
next to me on the big armchair
Your fingers running through your soft locks of hair.
You remind me a lot
of that green bottle.
In the beginning, you were harmless
you were all sorts of fun.
Now you hurt me.
Could you tell me why
as I don't quite know what I've done

Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.

When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting

when there’s pouring rain
knocking on my window pane
can i be in your arms?
cause it’s the only place to find my lost calm

can i be in your arms?
when winter feels like forever
all smile wilts with the lovers
can i be in your arms?
cause nothing heals like the way
when im in ur safe embrace

the wolves are out there bawling
ghosts float around with different faces
can i be in ur arms?
so that i can hear
the sound of your heartbeats
that make me feel alive
in this world of snake pit

Seconds given to us
Opportunity for investment
Thought and deed together
Make the best of time

Like any other venture
Takes time to grow
Adds upon itself
Repaid slowly but surely

Unlike any other venture
Funding not required
Goodness the competence
Everything else taken care of

Reap in the future
What you sowed today
Invest in welfare and growth
Comes back cleansing the soul

No risk undertaken
Downside or stop loss none
Stagnant lifestyle the  downside
Can't recoup time the bigger loss

Trading or Investment
Not for you to decide
Price fluctuations in your own mind
Bulls and Bears don't have a say
Only market forces of good and bad at play

Postman always rings twice
True for good deeds as well
ROI gets credited in the most appropriate manner
Here God himself is the Banker