(2015)
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
You don’t need Grades To do this Everyone does it And it
One will fail to believe, if not Seen or perceived, what solemnly; Another heart had muster Precariously, for intent or brief A talent titled grief.
This could Be Magic Only if You
They are not bragging Or that many I could easily fish them out For now.
A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.
Morning by days not less or late Her heart flutters and fail’d to b… I tossed her arms up and down, Her arms dare to stay and it drop’… Her lips was wide, curve while her…
Oh, the moon should be cautious of… The moon should always glance to k… If i am still here, dressed or nak… With all of my conscious sins and… Witnesses; my eyes could blindly e…
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
I was born anew and i was born now… strongly at me with my tiny hands… ceased to cover my face, leer at all this creature lingerin… and delighted am free.
I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…
