We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
May so be it Life will be it Love will also be it Music will sing it Rituals will be a part of it
Tell me the verse this may be And let all lye in thoughts Of what you or i may get Or beg out of life, Life of deceits and a freshly new…
I have seen someone today The same one everyday The one who would chew with mouth… The one who would laugh to every o… The one who learned about love in…
To love is to risk lonliness To die is to risk life To seek is to risk lost To breath is to risk hope To feel is to risk numbness
A night in the dark with the crick… Undefined moaning of flashy eyes c… The hatching of egg sound with pie… From a very tall stripped tree, The moon and the stars paints;
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…
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
A misfit is not a wish Neither is it a pitch, an area, a… Its about your balance The ability of practice or talent… Attitude to the frost and stagnant…
When you Are young You Could Only
All this Words looks Exactly the Same I bet
