When you reach the ground bottom,
You are not afraid.
For you know nothing worse can happen. But what if, in the strangest of hours, a stranger, he who is gutsy blind,
Rises.
It only takes about a second or two,
And she takes it all away- that silence.
The humane element of life is disturbed, the life in its essence is rising;
Nirvana.
I see no hope for me and you,
I see none of us say the words. But I see the shine, the same ache in yours too-
Love.
The fear won’t let me speak, your unborn heart won’t let you. I see us in shade of some cool shelter, breathing, in laughter, dreams of our lives with our
Friends.
No one has ever won the battle of sentiments. Sentiments always burn the giver, a notion of bullshit and defeat, never ever,
Won.
women
Red lights
Red lights shine bright
Like a cut on memories
Mundane and monotonous
These lights work all night.
Dreams made in walls of slavery
Deviod of humanity,agitated!
Missionaries may call the lord one more time
Red lights still shine bright.
Father struggle makes things happens
Mother poverty makes the birds strive
The family, that is, lost
Only one more bold attempt to last.
Tearing the fierce skin
All that is to see is seen
The broken mother of an unknown child
Walks distantly from the sane world.
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