And Ms.Untold listens a lot
Yet she feels she has heard nothing
So they keep speaking and listening nonstop
Yet they suffer a lingering pain
Of the things they realize
Words fail them and the feelings
Get frozen into a black stone
Unable to melt out it kicks
In the blind alleys of hills and valleys
It rushes causing ruptures
To the veins of Mr. and Ms. Untold
They are too unhappy to lead a life,
Deaf of this sort
And dumb of this kind
So they keep listening and speaking
At a time nonstop!
As quick as possibleOtherwise better senseWill die with the foul smellAnd generosity will fly.
Kills me, yet I think,I understand it better thanYour words as it neverTries to explainIn reality which are notAt least I am safeFrom not to be misled.
The more I try to go deep the more it pushes me up, thegap Between my efforts and cause gets more wider andspreads all over in this way I start myself to deteriorate,on the bottom I see my complete destruction, I wash offmy hands in aghast and leave it alone to rot, no oneto dominate,…
who are fromthe world out sidehe never looks into himselfand finds nothing as enemy withinbut a man of understandingpeeps insideand takes outbefore taking othersas an enemy
To follow you and the update of your every statusThat has been done by this faithful soulFor long since we metOn the land called ‘’wonderful net ‘’Where winds blow in a curveLight bents like rainbowAnd I am too gladToo proudTo do that perfectlyAnd this is the only thingBesides writing poetryNow days I regularly doBecause here…
not so slowlyin the middle of my bellyIt can not be an insectOr a reptileAs I feel its clawsScratching the wallsI can not faceAnd remain braveFor everOne dayThe truth will revealAnd you lose your strengthThe house you builtSo longAnd with so much careWill collapseSo soonWith a big thudLike a pack of pinsAlong with 6 wallsDream,…
