Conversation.

You always find biased supporters for the wrongs you have done,
even If you don't find even one when you are correct.
Many come to applause a bold expression of selfishness,
being selfless is just stupidity.
An act for sympathy
an old and decadent concept
good only in scripts for amateur movies.
Amazing it is, but you will find solace in no one
not a bit of acknowledgement for a noble act
only the one with greed and ambition have many takers.
Just turn around and see so many pointing fingers at you
cos being a martyr is not a good thing anymore...


What is good?
A hot cup of coffee
for a bad cold,
A handful of good music
for a tired mind
and a comforting corner
in the damp rains.

A Lost Friend.

The giggles,the laughter,the madness
the discoveries,the understanding,the concern
seem to be over.
A warm and beautiful company lost,
as times and reasons,rational and logic
fades the bond.

but,it is not like every other heart break,
it is a loss of a friend :(

Colour-Fool.

It is insane how these flood of thoughts
surround the crazy mind
one loses the way to the solutions
through the infinite maze.
You walk,you observe,you chase,
but you keep going around
the same circle,the same road.


The paint from the portrait is fading
and very little time has been granted
to search for all the colours
to finish the picture of her life
frantic,tensed,she is
looking for this shade
slightly paler than turquoise blue.
She,also needs...
a bit of peach
a splash of bold red
and plenty of grey.

She is adamant,
the colours will sort her times
it will bring fulfillment
to her desire,
which has been
cheated by some,
wounded by many.


Alas...
dust gathers on her incomplete painting
as the poisonous colours
throttle her fragmented soul.