Living

flip the coin,up goes she rolling in space
as your eyes hooked on her journey
hanging all the possibilities of outcome on a quick pause
transfusing rush of thoughts colliding in confusion

As she owns-up to gravity with her verdict
rest follows the chronology

p.s: hope you don't loose your soul all the while

Truth

Turning pages in fake pretence
gilded words in exhibition
opulance to show and nothing to stick to

As things pass and few ever return
the real self mute and miserable
just like clothes hang uselessly decorating closet
and I think, "I can be humbler then dust"

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Tall trees arching back in resistence
sun hiding behind the clouds
smell of soil,
flashing umbrellas, wet doormat
And I watch the world get drenched through windows