The Ancestors

The greed has blinded you Your ears are neglecting the thousand cries You’ve negated the mother nature’s wrath You’re using your ability to conceal your bloodline, your origin dreaming to travel across the galaxy, but the Ancestors are taking away the power from you, slowly.

Blanket Of Despair

Dripping black tears on my denim, Sobbing noises fade in the dark room, Words that were hurled as the spears from my intimate wielder crumbled the falsity of love, My cheeks are not ready for another raised fists, His antipathic “husbandry” role seems to be pale green & queasy when my walk & the due…

The Phantom

Living among friends and enemies, My fingers are never tired of pulling the trigger, The gunshots became my earworm, Pervading the sense of lies and deceit, kept me alarmed wherever I go, The hell is calling out my name unceasingly, But I have no time to die, You’ve set up a guileful mind game, Wagered…