CYCLONE

I woke up today,

And I was in a different bay;

I had forgotten and before I could say,

They locked me up so I don’t stray.

I used to write poems and proses

With a depth meaning and 

In the different genres;

I still don’t give a fuck;

Even when the views are meagre,

At times I do see the cyclone;

That creates a clone,

Who watches the devil,

That hangs his shadow as a veil.

I don’t know how to steal the key;

At a moment when he cannot see.

It seems he wants my soul as a fee.

But the moment I open the lock;

I will be getting free.

The only thing I know, 

I know that you don't know how;

To please everybody all the times,

Cause everybody fucking changing their minds.

A little bit faded, a little bit jaded.

Don't want to stop, won't be persuaded.

To write perceptions I can't believe in;

Written 250 poems and 50 quotes, only 650 likes,

6010 impressions have passed through these retinas;

And every single day I wish this number just increases.

The dying old hopes are just growing my new fears.

Don't know where I'm going, but I know how I got here,

I don't know where I'm running but I know how to run;

Cause, running's the only thing I've always done,

I don't know what I'm doing but I remember what I've done

I have a hungry soul, I'm a loaded clone.

THE PLIGHT

I saw her in the supermarket yesterday. 

She was with her son. 

The time froze and 

I couldn't decide whether to say hi or to run. 

I was numb. 

My eye lids refused to shut. 

I was feeding of the sight. 

The blood just evaporated from my body.

The brain was captivated in the plight,

And my heart. 

My agile heart slowed down and skipped the beats. 

I could feel the life being sucked out of me. 

Hair tied up and held with a clutcher,

she looked just the same to me. 

The shining silver hair were silky as ever. 

I just wished if I could have her forever. 

My feet just refused to listen to my brain. 

Suddenly my heart started beating like a train. 

I could feel my throat dry and palms colder. 

Her son looked at me; 

as I was about to tap on her shoulder

he said, "papa could you hold on to mom until I settle the bill."