This is a brothel
Where happiness is on sale
But you dont tell

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I mess with the paint, make a random art
And I was standing broken apart
I love her because, I knew I brush it right
But how bad colorless colors could be?
She isnt the right one, there for me
Deep inside, in the dark corners
I see the pain,  I delivered
I push her out, aint no worth dying
Where she will stay for a while....crying
And beyond reach across the street
She walks towards me
Whispering a few words, not waiting too long
And when i know she steered out of the song
I go back to sleep

In the pages of, luck I fed
When i am living, after I am dead
In my tomorrow, to the words I have said
In the stories, In the history
In the best of all the mystery
be the part of every memory

                                                            Be Alive

I sit settled under the feet.
Unless I am pushed or provoked
They say I pollute the street
Then hire someone to move
If you only give me somewhere to live
Maybe then there would be nothing to prove


Never born rogue
I evolute
But don’t you remember
When you pollute?
Then others still solute?


Clean my existence, I can tell you where to start
It should be your heart


See, I cannot be declared deceased
I must co-exist

Conscious, that is he
And then there is me
Both within, within thee
Failing to clearly see

Confessions are Illustrated
Speech steered
Though, to he, all is feared
For truth is shot, and lashes of facts
And no cover with selfless acts
He produces and introduces thee
The versions of me
The ones insvisible like he

Innocence, that is he
Aware of all the sins

But protected in a shadow
It too has its cost
Because the roof has been lost
Somewhere in a meadow
In tiny wars of life deep into sand
Where it ends to begin again and
The ocean of darkness is dead