Philosophical
Alcoholic sapience...

Bird of India
Fanning your feathers for show...

Voices, I could hear them calling
Flow, they will take me to where I belong...

If things changed by closing our eyes
And only true love could silence screams...

Bible in hands of the poor
Rich become masters of sin...

Lush garden behind the church
Moonlight ensures every move made...

Behind the darkness of light
Breathes a creature of memories...

There are dreams we all travel
Some bring smiles and some fear...

If we could swim deep in vortex
And we justify corporate world...

Drinking till it shakes my knees
Injecting just to feel deep in me...

My elder brother and my parents
that is what i had as my family...

Right here in this site
there is something special...