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Saturday 17 September 2016

Temporary Pleasures.

Why is it always like people do the things that aren't legal or that aren't necessary to do?
Just an overlook on the dark yet bright side of people's life.

Ground covered with ashes and pills.
Dreams hiding behind the syringe.
A fall of foggy mist.
And eyeryone's blind side reveals.

The smoky surrounding offers a pleasure.
Travels and wander the world and heaven.
Comforting lies that are untold still.
Beneath this round that follows and kill.

Morrow will come with another sorrow.
Another hour a leaf will burn.
The next side a patient returned,
With needle fixed and heart hollow.

'Drugs are for losers' my mom said.
Drugs are intruders in oneself.
Pleasures temperory and guilt forever,
Cries heal 'juries never.



Saturday 3 September 2016

Misfortunes.

With yesterday's nightmare and tomorrow's hope she was soothing herself,
A shelf full of messed up books and her dusty hazel eyes.
A perfect combination of blooming rays! Just like ice on fire and clouds on volcano.
With her admirable complexion and restful tiredness.
She took a step towards the world.
World full of hopeless pleasures and timeless expressions,
Welcomed her with a well of criticism.
On the new grass she stepped hesitatingly trying to forget the past.
But past, that was such a misery stepped yet again in the dark!
With all the books she moved further,
With every move she found his shadow following her.
Remarkably she missed her own shadow.
Just as the fault lies within. He lies in her.
And the love, stole her.