i used hate the way i would be awake at four in the morning.
i remember the way everything used to feel so haunting and scary.
there were no words to describe how deep inside my mind i would sink into,
scared and afraid of no return.

but now,
oh now,
i love it.
i fell in love with the quiet.
there was no more worry or fear.

opening cans of worms
to be avoided at all costs!!

Unless and only
you want to save the worms.

people drawing on pictures they've seen
choosing a side like football teams
the weirdest thing, to me
it seems we all believe our screens

Oh, I believes,
Death is a beautiful woman,
Seducing with blood red lips,
To her forever slumbers

As playful as it is,
Daring you to take the risk,
Like forbidden fruit of eden
Once you get a taste , you fall

Rag Baby
You are wearing
That rag
That You Aunt
Made for you
And what a lucky rag baby
You are
You also have beautiful rags
To wear every single day
And I know that you can only
Wear your rags in
The Summer
In the Winter rag baby
You wear clothes that
Were made for the Winter
Also you aunt made some
Winter clothes for you
Also rag baby
You are loved
By you aunt

war tax is generational
it never ends
eating into every peacetime.

AGE IS....

"Age is what you think you are", they say; and to an extent, with them I even agree;

But in reality, age spares hardly anyone; falls off one day every leaf, from the tree.

Mother Nature, on birth gives us things aplenty n valuable, and that too, almost free

Then it's responsibility ours, to them maintain;   guess I, moderation n balance is the key.

Acceptance comes alongside; in spite of the wrinkles many, try I, to keep alive, that little child, in me.

Armin Dutia Motashaw