What is yet to come ? I only think about what is yet to come Yes I’ve created a platform but will I reach my aim I shall strive until I know that within me lives a dignified form I only know that I am that I am And for my own failure ,I have no one to blame I just imagine leaching out into fame I am the hearth but people only recognize the flame I only suffer from this tenacity and what I only hear every time I close my eyes is a beam I fear to end up being colonised by shame I expect people to see me and consider the person who’s the one that I am Only what I saw I shall claim Deep down I feel that I was destined for greatness But I don’t seem to get over this madness Of which I know that it is only to bring darkness , But I always tell myself ,as a soldier through grace I shall claim success And what is yet to come I shall face.
What is love Is it hate turned upside down? Is it affection, inclination or predilection or a perilous and precarious position? May be that old lane of my town where that moment still prevails and gives me solace, where once
Scolded by ignorance Praised by defeat Interceded with injustice Practiced in defeat Nurtured with indifference Fed by heathen bread Sleep in huddled chambers Speak in sobered stead Cleaver is the moment Divisive is the time Abrasive the decisions Reluctant is
What really matters? Questions with no answers! Rules with no questions; Tyranny of the “righteousness”! What is right or wrong? Better go ‘left’ & strong? Yet lost and confused, Crossroads aplenty, myriad. Participate or get lost, Disagree and be an