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.