Life is a maze and death Is the way out.

I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.

Tomorrow is a pretense  Which you have to consciously Bel…

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.

My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are

Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured

I see fairness in death than man, as death will show honesty to take… by gender, race, sexuality or rich… and he would ponder to hide when life is so unfaithful to man

I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,

You should see the sketch of sorro… You should see the pain written in… You should try to dig what is hidd… Can you not see how her eyes are t… When her brows flinches up and dow…

All i see is vain The vain of a callous step father The vain of two truthful drunks The vain of a petty elder lady The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

I do no not know why they lie, I do not know why they all loathes… I do not know why they swore to lo… Not all of them, but most of them… —But don’t ever be like them, even…

What more can you ask for? A momentum memorial of my art you… Or a possibility of the future of… Through my words you will ever rem… I will leave the lake and the seas…