Here is a shout

You burntAnd I lit a desireTo be a spiralUpwardForcefulAnd I rose at full freedomBut at the topI freezeAnd lay deadly alone

Meanings kept under wordsDeeds are a show, behind themThe real intentions, conspiredAnd hatched in the green-roomPierce my heart as I come to knowSince the time I think deepDays just before starting of my writingI did not know how to read the real motiveIn between the wrinkled lines of their facesOr I did not care or…

As they don’t invite meWhen they fly.I have every thing but the loveI can do every thing but can’t fly!

Or pull you down and cut you into sizesAs they don’t know forgiveness nor they know revenge is a bloody wordAll these things happen because of their immaturity andFor the ignorance that they nurture a lotTrees, flowers and rain shout at me and say I am wrongI tell them I have a strong desireAnd I…

Nothing comes outFeeling very vacantI can’t go for tranceMind and heart not readyI want to write forcefullyAbout this situationAs I in, every one faceCool calm without stressLanguorous pleasure,A desired treasureLethargic without tormentThe peculiar momentThe very un poeticThe heart numb stoicFree from emotionsFree from mind hecticVery relaxing but patheticVery blunt and indifferentIf this situations prevailsThink about…

After being burnt from the timeA cigarette lighted with fireAnd love with desireSo smoking is injuriousBut love is notAs it burns till deathIn pleasure, in delightWhereas smoking ends up at buttAfter being puffed up with smoke and light.