New morning

I almost seen it

The dream of mine trashed in dust

My efforts flushed with rust

But I am going to stand with my fist tight

Yes I am crying but I know I can fight

My heart is broken but my will is not

My dream is broken but my faith is not

I know after black night there is new morning

Failure makes you strong that are what I am learning

I am lost without a clue

But I am always goanna come out of the blue

It’s the life

These hard times make me fall on my face

But I always get up and tell myself to care little less

Maybe I am always goanna fall, maybe I’ll fail

But I am always goanna try until I reach it

With some broken pieces,

 With some new mornings.

song of my strange world

Old clock on wall says tik tik

Saying you are wasting minute by minute

But I want to pack my bag with my jeans, t-shirts and sunglasses

And throw all whispers out of my head and troubles and worries

I don’t care where I am heading as long as I can take a nice nap

I don’t mind walking for miles as long as I have my Nike cap

I doodle in my diary and scribble words which dance over my head

I want to throw my fears on unknown roads and scream “I am not afraid”

I want to dance with zombies they are way better than mean people around

I want stars, moon, dreams, kimya Dawson’s songs and fireflies to surround

I want to cricket sing me lullabies than words from my stupid boss

I am alone, tired of being upset and crying about past stories and my loss

I want topic to discuss with nice hearted man

I want to pack all worries of world in bottle and throw in sea from marine drive

Get your own song to sing

Get your own moves to dance

I don’t care what they say so I am packing all those dirty mouths

And singing my own song and taking my own steps to roads.

Poet of darkness

I am the poet of darkness
I lay on broken glasses
Silent screams, lost faith, shattered dreams are my words
I can’t breathe because I smell all lies
I don’t shed tears
I lost long back on my grave
So come feed your blame
I am numb & sound enough to tolerate
All colours of my dreams are faded
Everything is plain white or jet black
I have become speaker of dark.

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House of dreams

Lights shed throw corners of my heart


When you smiled into my life

I smiled when strings of your guitar played song for me

Together we build up house of dreams

Painted it with red roses

It’s been awhile since you set it on fire


Still........

I walked inside with wreaked heart

Where all windows of love were ash

Blooming flowers of memories were smashed

Walls of hope were collapsed

Roof of warmth were broken

And salty water of my eyes were leaking it

I was trying to collect me from that house

You were already gone

It was house of dreams

It was our home....

When I look at it.......

Now it seem like mere broken blurred memory

But still I can smell fresh paint

It still feels like you, still have your smell

New way is waiting for me now outside

New house I need to build for just “me”

I’ll find new socks which won’t leave me cold feet

on the floor of lost “us”

House of dreams.........

Trashed.