Only
Destiny
Outshines talent.......

We buried him
Closer to
Mother's grave

Whenever I visit
The churchyard

The wind gathers
The yellow leaves
And take them
Over their abodes

And then they whisper
And say, o Man
You were waiting
For him he is here

Being conscious of bad deeds
Is being able to change oneself.....

The child

                Would never know

The meaning of dropping in the bed

              So early,

                                    Blanket of darkness over,

And lights put of door,
And father says,

He is lost! Time for us to get lost!

     The lips lock lips,

And the clicking
  
                               He hears,

But can't see

          The flames

Or he would be called
      
      .              Infiltrator, unknowingly.

Kissing is not a sin,
         But

                                 A crime

Under the nose of an innocent child

Who has to lose his freedom

                  Of counting stars in the roof...

Loss
Is a yellow leaf

Can't
Be back on the tree.......

Fasting
Is a heavenly fruit.

Its juice
Invigorate the body........

Red clay is not about being rock,
It is just the turf for the dreamer to be winner...

I see people giving in
to the bitterness of society
because they do not want to be like us
they do not want to feel.
they strip themselves from full emotion
and any abnormality
making them all the same.
when I see these people
I finally see
my value
my purpose
my worth,
my importance.
and how silly I have been
in denying their existence
when all this time
they have been standing right in front of me
waiting to be seen.

this is when my soul smiles