Two houses

Then provide me an ample opportunitySo that I get freedom and can fly freeAfter climbing up the treacherous gorgesAnd descending down the mighty cliffsWith the knowledge of the secret worldI will rush to tell you the stories till untoldIf you distinguish and engage in oppressionUpon whom do you run rollers of suppression?They are the parts…

Yet you pressurised peopleTo recognise youAs a poetAs a thinkerA pioneer of the post- modernismThat odd pill I swallowed onceAnd agreed with you allAs I wanted to make me sociableBut now I feel the adverse reactionOf that expired medicineAwkwardly Inside it createsAn aversion and nauseaSo I recently vomit in disgustPeople disagree and start to cry…

Friend, I am truly brokenIn keeping and fighting outThose identities and aspirationsIt looks like, I am a bird trapped in ideologiesAnd my roots have gone deep in the groundStatic and motionlessI stand like a treeA statue made up of dry woodEngaged in arguing pretty politicsIn selfish and little gainsDown play others in tea stallsIn essays…

So I look down always at my feetAnd continue the act of goingWhile I think how lucky and fortunate I amTo have a life that is better than many of menWithin my heart I express gratitudeAnd keep continue the thinkingOn love, life and about people, downtrodden;There must be a cause behind everythingRight wrong, good bad,…

And Ms.Untold listens a lotYet she feels she has heard nothingSo they keep speaking and listening nonstopYet they suffer a lingering painOf the things they realizeWords fail them and the feelingsGet frozen into a black stoneUnable to melt out it kicksIn the blind alleys of hills and valleysIt rushes causing rupturesTo the veins of Mr….

And seen your pain and agony through whichYou had gone from bottom to top in the journey of your lifeI understand what treasure you have left for usBy the way you gathered experienceIn dealing with friends and foesCaprice and conspiracy, wrath and angerMalice and lies in the lanes and by-lanes of powerYour heart might have…