Poems | A gallery

In My Head Closed and sealed, my brain just feels Inside a chest like a treasure's hills Suffocating like a lacking air and my mind is dead My brain weighs much there's like bullets in my head   Here, I am the one who wants to shine But cannons under the feet of mine "To kill is intuition of gun", it is said Dreams I have are like bullets in my head   Colors disperse but the source doesn't do Mother loves her child, same thing in a pair won't do It's not bleeding, but there's a pain in here, shit Pain in my heart triggers bullets in my head   NO tempts to fight back, Am I dying? Or am I lousy? A weakling who is not done crying Had a lot of thoughts lately, I'm a living dead The Burden of living presumes bullet in my head

The Demise The fine vigor, admist the thorns and olive Unfurls its fragrance and fades away at conclusive The blue green celestial such an elegance I wish the sun'd share it's omnipotence The moon lents white radiance from the day The stars plays with me in the milky way They all are fierce in themselves for world I'm the one, watch them demise and old. Demise! Yes, demise of the thing you relish Like happiness, the souvenir we cherish A process, A phenomenon for it is abiding Live as today with sorrow, sadness hiding I learnt the stars rise and fall and The shooting star, a wish in foreign strand If I could see the comet, every impetus I'd have built my dreams in a lotus If I were free, I'd pace around the sea The tides & cliffs, has my demise, frightens me I know my demise not with faith it's fate It won't go away though extremely I hate Hey! My eyes won't close until my breath stiffs A kiss of freedom from vile dust, ...

Hate me! Detest Me! I'm not going to change! It's not going to change! My life is what I live and I do what I need to! To just keep it going, & see tomorrow through. I'm just a small entity, so weak and fragile. I don't have a face so, like you I can't smile. I'm just a nobody, always in the darkness, waiting for a moment just like a virus. For what do I exist, Why would anyone care! Just because I thrive, why do you scare? I'm in darkness cause you the light just turned the other way! I've been searching for the path in here just like yesterday! My voices are lost in nihility and I just want my efforts be acknowledged

I have a friend in the hood, sir; A friend who knocks on wood; Who helps me in my need In my need and so, fleet of foot. His heart is wide, His face is bright Faith of trust beside; Sometimes bark than bite. I am of hill, he’s of mountain. Together we stake as spirit of fountain. He’s of that land, I am of this land. To each status quo together we stand. A tune we erudite together A beat we’ll have forever. We can sing the tune in our home. When ends this present huge storm. We will recite this tune there. The dark blizzard ends where. I have a colleague in the hood For me who knocks on wood. I have a friend in the hood. Helps in need, so fleet of foot;

In a life, there was a time Ruled by happiness and rhyme Many more marvel jamborees Printed in my mind as memories I don’t care, when my life ends Of my life, I share the legends Not in a card, remember in mind Emptying me, don’t leave my memories behind. Still there are hidden mysteries That won’t stay long in my memories In my eyes the moments are captured My meadow mind, where they are cultured I know, in a life, there was a time I know, in a life, there is a time. I know, in a life, there will be a time I know, in a life, there had to be a time A new sunrise, my memories shall contain Along joy, satisfaction and containment. Memories will remain as a stain Of every events and actions we spent.

Swiftness of time is nothing For those who doesn’t grasp time. Spirits of nature is nothing, For those who does harm & crime. This ecosphere is nothing, For those who doesn’t want to live. This cosmos is nothing, For those who are crazy to perceive. & the paragon, mammon is nothing, For those who quota health every tick; The pleasure of reading is nothing, The leisure of which is on showbiz. Nothing is state of blank, On nothing the realm sank. Nothing is the hiding method, Dodging selves from being frank; Love, esteem is nothing, For those who track money. Poison will be nothing, Drink as they nip honey. Nothing makes nothing, Evacuates the entire thing!