Man for his own

Feel free to ask me,With you I have some problems gesturalBut you are very intelligentTo understand the problems very, very humanMay I feel free to ask you,To take in those to twist,To spin, to knock, to kickAnd make all thoseCleaner, brighter and betterThan before?

I respect your opposition to honourboth you and my own opinion we areon the same line having ways whichare only different in singular timeand space where the ultimate realitywelcome you and me with hands,wide spread, you need not to feelany complex, neither I do, we havedifferent attires like the body fashionedwith different garments having samesoul…

And tells me a story in whichI am not aware of that I am in a dreamFirst I laugh then I ask herWhere am I heading to end up?She saysThe starting and ending are never distinguishedThe points are always at the same sourceOnly the places are differentBut you will never knowBecause you are in a…

I looked at him and sawHe was engrossed in reading news papersI told him I could make the whole staffInto a three four linesHe supposed to hear me wellYet he did not raise his headHe was searching somethingBut I was to tell himNo one announces to offer moneyAt any street cornersEvery one is sitting tight…

otherwise I would have been too assertiveand my candy- love would have started tocompare to divide, milk of kindness forthe humanity and skulduggery red eyes withface skulky for the alien as of now I dividelike television, black and white, stillmy complexes often run and rise aboveover the dyke, and dressed adroitly withoverwhelming ‘isms ‘ and…

While they themselves wish to be termitesTo be eaten up slowly and silently from inside.People want us to be sharp as the edge of knifeNot to cut their stupidity and ignorance into piecesBut to use us as weapons to cut their share of benefitsIn the market of immorality and unethical darkness.