what?

The battlefield,The ant gathering

the sleeplessness

the fear of the wild

the stranger comes and loves

wakes up and dances

but her eyes are cold

almost sense

avoiding disaster

almost faster

the shortest but longest arrangement

the easiest but toughest child

almost musician

almost gentleman

almost colors

almost okay

time confuses

routine defuses

a smile helps

make someone laugh today

Intoxicated

after understanding and taking part in most of the things going around

the subject runs from everything in the opposite direction

then realizing that difference can never be made

the subject falls down,shamefully killing the pain in name

Ticket to no Future

He has a ticket,

an almost blank ticket,

with random things scribbled on the corners,

it has a story,

it has questions,

but he doesn't understand

like vultures,going round and round in circles

but just hanging

flapping our wings from time to time,passing time

but just hanging

doing our duty

Hermit without Permit

Father, give me a permit

to become a hermit

Bless you my son,

follow your dream,

enjoy your work,

spread happiness wherever you go,

i shall wish you good luck,support you and even pray for you

but i cannot give you this permit

to become a hermit

but father,how can i follow my dream then?

My son,you are so innocent

it was you who told me that if you really want to do something

you find your way to it

you need to stay in this society and help

if this is your dream,i failed as a father

i shall not give you this permit

to become a fucking hermit