"It's not my fault you're feeling this way."
And it's not - but your coping mechanism...
Look around
tell me what you see...
As a young one
sparkly gems...
There's a thin line between right and wrong
An open space of opportunity...
Sunlight's rays are silver now,
not easy golden as before...
..at tunnels end, will there be light,
to save us from, this time of plight...
We made a god that teaches only want.
It opened its mouth; wasps buzzed forth...
The penny
finally dropped...
You who seem to be born with a pen in your hand,
who hold it as second nature integral to yourself...
You work alone-
Striving; constantly...
Deep, rigid lines will
one day...
All these rivers flood
into Ganges - sustain life...