Swayed by cool force
sharp lines or swirled boarders
dancing by and by

Rigged inside
and silky outside
Bland or
multi with colours

At a snail's pace
as it give grace.
Always watching
as if recording

Receives the hot
cooking it carefully
and give without a naught.

Tired and sick with
angry at the asses
silver edged though and bland pills
pierced gems are always given.
Curiosity in reflecting mirrors
What? Pray I, wolf of shadows
should deep corners be taken?
Must we thread through seemingly gold road?
Or stay mute like cool metal?
"Tick, tock" , sya grandfather clock.
Central being hasten by
demanding audiences.
Sandy winds chosen from ancient hours.
Both regretted sorrowfully
and pride taken coolly.
Box of reason shut from ears
shut from halls of wisdom
based on glinting daggers
It must be done, it boils inside so much.
Zig-zagging through corners
tried echoing bright medallion
sorrow found, none moved logically.
Raindrops a river of sorrows.
Shaken, battered and flushed.
Tried hards to be an alloy statue
Alas! Nothing sails since
whole beauty rusted
will thou lend thy shoulder?

Life shapes me,
wonders experienced
either good or bad

Life of hopping from
different places
set me into a
hybrid of cultures.

Living a life from
childhood and adolescence.
Learning to walk
the/a life entrusted
from time to time.

I am a boar;
a boar in the forest.
A heated volcano
when provoked

A cautious entity
when threatened,
and a being
passes by when
in peace.

Chocked at academics,
but relaxed at folkways.
Pitifully living for today
instead of living for tomorrow.

A bad egg, is it so?

Inside the shadows
we hide, and out come our woes.

Don't want to be seen
it'll make you more mean.

When will you stop?
Must we jump from a hilltop?

If death becomes the answer
who will be the looser?

If worst comes out
you just freak out.

Dark deeds done
will be your danger.

Eyes shine like stars,
shine brighter from a'far.

Hair ever long, shiny and blond,
similar to our ever-lasting bond.

Skin silky, pure and smooth
savoured by this foolish youth.

Lips alluring as a cherry,
graces me a sweet smile and
compels me to be merry.

Voice resonatingly tender and sweet
altering these ladders to dancing feet.

Stirs this infatuated heart
to feel such heavenly art.

Someday, somewhere I'll know,
that Ill never let go of this hand
which I'll make the stand.