A sham of life In the night. Wish to roll it In a joint, Smoke it out. So remains are The ashes, of Life once. The dawn comes, Sizzles out the Crisis. The next Day of hope and Optimism. Life That dances on. What a fool, Such naive fool! Not just that, I serve it right. Like a guest Of honour in my Mother's household. I flirt with it and It covets attention. Such a coquette! Why would it leave? It feeds on the pamper. I only forget I am scared all time. What could come out Of grabbing on to A nightmare just Hanging around.
Banters of an enamoured soul, in all shades of grey. Life. Poetry. Some Proses. Light and Dark.