I am not a noble woman, I am a mongrel
and I sleep with pack of barking dogs...
She stared at the
unreachable heaven...
Be-awaaz ye shor sab kuch keh kar bhi
kehta wo nahi jo zubaan ko chu kar laut jata hai...
Alone i strolled on an empty path,
only with my dreams...
Christmas music gives
Thanksgiving soundtrack...
And nobody knows,
The words whispered into a pillow...
My blood flows in an awkward direction
Forming clots...
Why did you make me a fighter?
Thought you did me a favor...
The man with a sign on the corner of the street
He wouldnt be out there begging if he had enough...
Dream as if you can fly, and deceive all,
Let the night fall into comfort and more...
Brooding, ego blistered
hardly glancing, storming by...
Dream.
Armistice has arrived...