Everything is colorful today.
The black is not evil
Nor white, mourning
...
Thursday is the
day to parch my thirst
and it comes once in a week
Don't blame me
...
With twists and turns,
My guts have been plucked.
Only the bones are alive,
the strength have been sucked.
...
I lie, often.
When my toddler
Draws absurdity
I say 'what a beautiful painting'
...
There may be paradise beneath feet of mother
But the gates leading to them is by serving father
A man who toils day and night
Just to see his family smile and shine
...
People are mysterious
I dont want to be one
It is not because I can not
It is because I do not
...
The vanity creeps upon me
Twirled around addiction
It feeds on
Appreciation,
...