You always want to dig
deep under my skin...
Wise is the man
who gives from the heart...
Why give up something that
always mattered to you...
A bittersweet joy:
starting the last book of your...
Approaching ornate gates of iron
that lay open as ominous arms...
No one really knows
What's going on in someone's head...
Gazing at the mirror observing what I see,
all might not be perfect, but it all belongs to...
Am the last cigarette in your
pocket...
For once -
I no longer loiter sidewalks...
If we could swim deep in vortex
And we justify corporate world...
Between the pages of now
and forever...
My word is not reaching to you
It's getting feeble by your laughter & cheers...