From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a

O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…

Even if the devil whispers are lou… Can you alter his ego around? May you not kneel or lie or squat… Munificence alarm, Can you tell me what he looks like…

As may that it is, even though you… Philanderer, Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c… With the hoard Shouting in loud bars, even though…

You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.

I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.

I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because

It’s funny Dreams are funny They are just like mindset Altering your personal thoughts It’s funny how all you wanted

It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a

When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve

When you Are young You Could Only

O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…

There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing

I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…