THIS WORLD...the fake world!!

this world is a place of bastards and bitches

someone here backstabs and someone ditches!!

the air is full of a lustful breeze

this place is where all goodness freeze

where the saviour spreads blood all around

and the pharos lick it off the ground

its a place where the gods come down for the kill

and the secrets of jesus are on the spill

its only from here the vices start

where the prophets lay bare their sinful hearts...

its all done at a place like this

where on the ground, the goodmen hiss

all here are scared of the light

all hide away from the truth's sight

where men have a dead, decaying blood

and women tend to become a sultry slut

this place is under the authority of the devil

full of lies, crap and honoured evil

the satan rules here and make the norms

about typhonic fun and errupting storms

its fire spread instead of green, some blind

rhis place is the result of people like you and me, having a sick mind!!

THE FRESH BREATH.....

i had friends of mine,

i had some goodies in my cart

i had loved recently

i had given to him my heart

i had laughed with joy

i had danced to the music of life

but somehow these things started seeming of a distant past

it felt that i was engulfed in strife...

i lost myself on the last turn

the round-about which took me away

i was transfixed there in dillemma

i could no more foresee my way...

still in those dark pathways,

my friends stayed, so did my love

a little ray of happiness and hope

was shown to me by an angel sent from above...

the path ahead blurred no more!

the fading tail-lights again in view..

yes, i am breathing fresh again...

from the new window in my house of blues!!!

this is like a tribute to all the kids,,,through one angel who helped me outta my rot....

THE LITTLE ANGEL

this little kid

sat by my side

held my hand

and spoke to my pride....

"what is it?"

those simple words brought me tears

i held her close and hugged her

she soothed my bruise and my fears.

she took my burnt palm in her hands

fanned it with her tender breath

she looked at me with those big eyes

her innocense and care shamed me to death..

"what is it?", she asked again,

all i could do was force a smile

for how could have i spoken my pain?

how could have i showed i was more infantile!?!

she put a caressing hand on my cheek

she unknowingly became my listener

of my silence, of my tears

and of all the things i couldn't have told her...

"mama says that you're brave

and its just that you don't know"

i wanted to share this weakness i had

but not with her, i just couldn't show!

i told her it was all fine

i thanked her for her help
i thanked her to show the little light of hope

which had been lost deep within myself!!

i sat awake for the complete night

going over and over the conversation we had

i wondered how the innocent little maturity of that girl

no longer left me gloomy and sad

so, here i write this poem for you
when you'll grow up, you'll understand

how indebted and greatful i am to you

for on that stormy night, you held my hand!!

you pulled me out of my dungeons

you helped to clear the cobwebs away

you gave me the strength i had lost...

THANKS MY ANGEL....

thank you for showing me the way!!!