I lie there silently holding on to dear life right in the middle of the hustle and bustle i lie, unnoticed and uncared for aware of the trauma that is …

stuck in the middle of nowhere i was this lost sailor attempting to repair my broken ship yet trying to sail away at the same time going nowhere spending far …

all alone in this cold rainy morning inside a dark smelly alley i see an old man sleeping away his final days wandering around in this cold rainy morning compass …

at the stroke of midnight the light filters in still asleep stepping on one, two many things stumbling and cursing i make my way out i try to make my …

stuck inside inside this shell i long to break out away from all this mundane life i wish to break free of this boring routine materialistic ambitions galore swimming against …

walking barefoot in this sweltering heat i am searching for a place i was searching for nothing when you came in on a sunday morning coffee in one hand newspaper …

for a long time from the day we met i was in love i was in seventh heaven truly, madly, deeply Days go by still i think of you (still …

a thousand masks across the world separated by time separated by distance live the same life as you want them to monday to sunday morning to evening day and night …

Sun – the ultimate torch shining down on all lighting up them all everything is alive everyone is buzzing/active eyes all around ears everywhere i put on my mask live …

everyday its the same old story a single face a single identity life is a boring chore life is a daily routine life goes on rudderless life goes on emotionless …

As i lay on the bed when the clock struck midnight you come to me just like the first time when two became one you stand by the side waiting …