by the chill dusklight

To remember our pastThey will never returnNor will give you respiteIt leaves an indelible mark foreverStart may be good or badYet the middle in pure mixtureHappiness and sorrow is the ultimate calculatorBeneath the carpet of monthsSilently lay the ashes of our domesWe can see the glimpses but cannot alter a thingSeasons have made us dance…

catch to read them

a little boat sails

Thinking poor people as “bunch of junk”Who is arrogant, boastful and self centeredRules are made at willChild, aged and innocents are mauled and killedLife of humans are driven like cattleNo plea is heard nothing bother him or rattledHe accumulate all powerLived his life in high built tower.His high thinking raises him above alland least bothered…

ripple in water

To fulfil her wishHe tried all his tricksLater, his mission was even biggerWhat he did was accidentally triggeredIn the enemy’s country ~ he wasHopelessly lost where helplessly coldThough in the enemy’s camp he never lost his hopeWhen he peeped at her through a hole of desireSoon, when they dispersed after the meetingHe decided to salvage…