Honest will be honest
but baby this world is a jungle.
only the lean survives
in observing the verbal.

and motives are to be known
when vague decisions are to be made;
supple words are to be studied
when deeper ideas are at stake.

Go a step higher,
know the primary intentions.
Further map your real selling value
fitted in their camouflaged apprehensions.

Funny how some so called religious people
Judge and question some other persons' morals
when we know that they have their own questionable acts,
and some loop holes they tend, to hide

And behind those white curtains are stains of hidden immoral acts
that they unconsciously continue to hitch;
While they loudly brag the opposite, pinpointing negative qualities and attitude,
Instead of practicing what they preach.

While they quickly react with their narrow closed minds,
Tendencies and probabilities  you can easily tell.
They are so sacred, prejudiced words so sacred
So solemn, image they project is so far from hell.

It cuts deep.
to know your motives.
hidden in vast memories
you know within.

Fooling one's self
for once not to care.
but everyone sees
your wear and tear.

to the teardrops falling
the wounds you wished to heal.
agony is in the spirit
a love lost, he fears.

to the burst of emotions,
the hands of time you can't reverse.
people will always give you
advises you cannot seem to hear.

You finish your day
waiting for another tomorrow.
scars that time cannot heal
happiness you tend to borrow

Notes have shifted
to a higher ground.
tampered ideas
fluxed and drowned.

Ailing to breathe
on what ever means.
still a second choice.
has a champion to beat.

Legs are tired,
but giving up was not an option;
repeating agony
on love that has never blossomed

Still unnoticed
despite of all the fuzz
unsung and lowered
on his esteem and self trust.

How can you move
frowned dearest little boy.
when all you can do is stalk,
her little boy toy decoy

Without a question
you dropped badly.
without a help
and a friend to carry.

How would you survive
this grueling abduction?
without any kind of confidence left,
your ego's submission.

Spirit rising
from the open earth
awkward future moments
are all waiting.

Tired of routines
withstanding the jungle alone.
World's intersecting
you're on your own

Free thinking
crossed the rivers  for many times.
Scratching the back of others
still facing a crime.

Time flies,
don't spend tears.
every one's crying out
you can hear

Blind on visions
putting one foot bare
wounded and fighting
but no one cares

Come these never ending tales of war
has took its toll in all of us.
where freedom was compromised,
false judgement was thrown at us.

I adhere to correct them all
without burning bridges on opposite tail ends.
as people misunderstand with their small minds,
I Stand oppressive until this strong bark bends.

Let me free your harrased mind,
despite of these known inequalities.
Please Pardon me for my words,
we all want to end this in tranquility


we are intelligent just enough to know our selves,
our needs and wants just hidden inside our chests
knowing that all these months, I've scratched your back,
I hope you'll do the same in this wicked test.

You've all wore this masks, battle faced,
I am amused I became the villain.
this was never the same scenario
where I am lost and I've abstained.

I can never guide your rituals.
come as you are, friends?
you've all grown up and matured for this.
I have got no plans to ****** my belongings.

It is your choice. you got all of these.
I never wished to betray nor consider you all in the past.
but what I've felt it gives me sorrow.
to know that I am not part of your tomorrow.

Never wanting to compromise
but there's a feeling that I've been sacrificed.
I am raising the white flag.
but leaving all of you will be a throw of a dice

Acceptance is the key,
to satisfy urges.
a positive air,
flying in ages.
a victim,
drug planted in her own chest;
waiting patiently
to solve her own test.
Admit it.
as you read these lines,
you mix ideas;
in your own gloomy mind.
I'm odd,
and decision is in merit.
you being an espionage agent,
I really don't like it.
**** your memory;
as I burn photographs,
attitude's the villain
my glass will be full in a snap.
I've crossed the river twice,
and there's no turning back.
Dead as the dark sky
you're only just a member of the past.