So many names are calling
body is burning like hell fire
water running down from the eyes
maybe you can use them to water your flowers maybe I can breathe a little
maybe I can live a little but
it's all a metaphor to my chaotic life
I must see myself
With all the anger and pain, I am lost in between them
can you find me
can you see me
I want to see you
bring me here in the light I was too busy thinking about future
that I never focused on present
and then my past haunted me too
the flower on the grave
is the one that I wanted to give you
but I can't now
so, take it
plant it
let it grow
and when it will be tall enough
remember me
in every Petal
in every smell of flower find my perfume
keep it alive
but don't give it hope
hope kills
that's all I can say
maybe you can bury this grimoire somewhere Deep and hidden in the sand
so that you can never feel what I felt again
In between writing these horrible words
I have also thought
that
I will meet you again somewhere happier
a place where you and me and a little Universe can fit
but that day is not today these days
we are like the broken vases who can be cured again but need some time
a place where is there is no Chaos
where nobody is ever broken up
A place likely to be called as the land of dream
How is life
I think
it is quite alright
thoughts of sophisticated mind putting some brains in a jar and leave them for grind
critical time
Criminal Mind
words in my blood stream
seeing the world from behind
the light doesn't seem right
so, I blew that tower with the help of radioactive beam
I am a psycho
is that what they so
I don't know
but even if I am
in sometimes they will know
poetically criminal
not a stable mind
so, I am rotting here
Axe on the head
words written on the paper misread
hate to hate my own mind
pure soul these days are hard to find
but still, we fall for the foul
and then we pay for the mistake
next day on the front of newspaper
guy found Burned Just like and overcooked stake
