Sunday, October 30, 2011

Typewriter


Its small
Its color black
Its sounds click clang click

Its friend
Its my inner-self
Its my voice to world outside

Its a gift
Its wonderful souvenir
Its how I used to look at me

Its love
Its my passion
Its my reservoir of strength


Its small
Its color black
Its sounds click clang click

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Thursday, October 27, 2011

POWERLESS



In world outside I am honored,
But in my heart am coward.
I am not afraid of ghost,
I do not fear of being fired from post.
I do not fear dark.
But I fear of fear.
I detest darkness,
I fear that one day ill peep
Into a crater that will be too deep.
Ill be pushed in for the sins I have done,
And remain there till I die.
Oracular cruel death.
Still ill remain in dark,
While sun goes bright and light.
Ill die for light, as dark has this mark,
“Evil will come as good men die here”

3WW- blogging after looooong time

I am a figment of my own imagination, 
inclined  to believe this is real,
The world i exist
The sins that please
The verisimilitude hard to leave
The pain and  the grieves 
The vulnerability of beings