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When the night is just a plain thought of obscurity where resides nightmares of solitude and insanity, I look upon the shining stars in the velvet sky and for a brief moment the silence of eeriness was broken with shy. A vibrant symphony sliced in half the sky so I peeked into this crevasse of sly Then the cold breath of the wind shivers my spine and my face was tainted with a ghostly glow of silver line, my doubts, my fears, my dreams; all was defined in this moment of peering, I was dreaming a dream no mortal dared to dream before, I was looking at the face of darkness and all there was to see was only my darkest thoughts,

In my own name I shelter, I disdain to have any parents I am the servant of Pride, I won't beg nor demand, For am ashamed of those, I won't stand in the shadow, For am too important In Pride I resign It creeps into my every being, And overthrow any humility For I do what I list And not what others wish

Life; …that begins in innocence Befall the mother of conception, With sweet joy, And lovely moans For she gave birth to a being Of sweet smiles, With no knowledge; A being of innocence

Life, A tale of experience So much for us mortal, Left in the servitude of sins To learn from every action Either in search of love Or in search of wealth We are always on the run, Running behind experience

Daylight fades away slowly, The day is done while darkness Falls from the wings of Night To shelter our fears Just like a feather, Wafted downward From the flight of a crow Our life weighs not much in death While the clock strikes the hour down From feeling of longing to sorrow We burn the midnight oil in grief For sadness is rusting our heart Once more, the night fades away To let daylight its place, And the play goes on, However, the pain begot yesterday Weighs a pound heavier today.

Waiting to unveil its treasures, Over the realms of reality, this world of hers Nurtures the craziest thoughts of our youth. Dreams of a child, Eternally lost in a world of fantasy which starts with a Rabbit running in a meadow to catch the hands of time. Longing for the days of innocence and simplicity, Alice makes her way down the rabbit hole Never looking back while she falls Down this hole where fair is foul and foul is fair...

My heart and brain are out of order, I felt like a hearse driving to a cemetery All I heard are mourners, to and fro Everything kept squashing under death assault That sense of bad omen keeps breaking through. Seated are all In that service of despair Drum are only echoing tears Beating and beating they keep till my thought becomes a beat My mind goes numb with all these. And then I heard them lift a box of sorrow And creek across my soul Then those same boots of lead that bury one six feet deep In a hole where space began to toll Cover my heart with the soil of my sweat and work For eternity with a gravestone bearing my life

A function, forming a relationship with society and creation, Language that transcend any barriers, any cultures or civilizations, A sort of eternal print that catches human attention And which links history to humanity, Expression of liberty through restriction and affliction, A tool of communication and understanding, A tunnel of feeling and a domain of creativity This is my world of meanings for writing…

When the night isn't just boredom But a faint sickness to live Itinerant,Schizophrenic, Such a phobia engulf the body Of the sower of death. Another body hit the ground, Falling under your murderous hand Violence breaking silence, With the echoes of guns, Mental aberration strike all From enemies to victims Such are the soldiers of horror Fighting for honor,Killing for belief Such are the ways of war With its herd of soldiers Along with their tanks, and their bombs and their guns Such abomination do they bring that Rivers of tears flow to an ocean of pain to wash their act of killing.

Hair of cinnamon, Arranged in loose, spreading plait of splendour, You bring to my life so much glamour, Lips coloured like the flowers of rosemary So sensual and flavouring that they marry To perfection your eyes of auburn, Such a romantic being of aroma you are, With a scent of vanilla hanging around Making my heart skip a beat at your sight, You spice my world with your beauty, You season my soul with your sensuality, While making me love you until eternity. . . .