Faces,phases,faces,phases.

Being haunted.
Being labeled.

Liar...

Been fighting the demons.
Night long, and in day.

Was it my mistake.
yes it was.

I took things for granted.

Not its hurting me,
so I am  lying now.

They look at me
and i get hurt.

They talk
and i get hurt.


Paranoia...can spin some tales.

I am trying to breath deep now,
telling myself this will pass.
But I am choking too,
strangled by my own thoughts.

There is just hope and there is grace or there was,
  but surely I believe "even this will pass."

Of a fat woman and her lover

  

On a busy junction, where traffic stalls,

of a fat woman, of her lover I scoffed.

When the lights turned red, the bike stopped.

I watched the pair, of how odd the look.

I smiled, I laughed. I chuckled hard.

Of a fat woman, her lover,

at the busy place, she hugged him hard,

he loved her too, I saw the Green..

Off sped the bike, the fat woman and her lover..

she loves him and he loves her too..

scoff, smile, laugh you scoundrel...

In loneliness you are fat...

Divisions

Divisions
Have been a close substitute
of what they call dirty politics.

Divisions
Decide the rulers
his rise and his fall.

Divisions
have been deciding
who will live and whom to kill.

"But change would it ever come?," cries a man sunk in the dark slime.

I

I is without me
I is within me
I is whether me

Me is without I
Me is with I
Me is whether I

Us is without i and me
Us is within i and me
Us is surely I,me and  you too.

A Lone Road

On a dark lonely night,
as shadows grow thick on me,
and faith seems far from me;
i hold on the self that tells me to believe...

The way is lost
and blind i am
Cornered am i, and so lost is the will...

A light blinks and the shadow flickers,
the message of hope, understood i
A wild stride with assured steps,
is the gait to take.

Lost i may seem,
but forever i will know the way..
Like the blind feeling his way through;
out this wilderness will i find.