faking it.

i can fake happiness but it leaves me unhappy!

I like my type.

I like my skull tshirt
and my eyes wide shut
that alcoholic thirst
and love over lust
Charlie Brown in Peanuts
treating life like a slut
cleaning blanket of dust
and chains full of rust.

Reporting from God's own country.

The sky is the new ceiling.

FROM NOIDA TO NO IDEA

"When you don't know where you are going all roads lead there."

I am going.

Who? Me?

Am i a poem or an equation?
Economic boom or a cost-push inflation?

Am i a curse or a compliment?
Your morning paper or your mid day supplement?

Am i a command or a wish?
Will you store me in a bottle or serve me in a dish?

Am i a line or a dot?
Will you treat me like silk or a car-cleaning cloth?

Am i a jpeg or a giff?
River Kwai or just another bridge?

Am i happy to be me?
Or is it you I am trying to be?

Death.

Death comes to those who don't deserve it.

The tumor of thoughts has damaged my brain.