Sale sale sale . . . .

The message to all is very clear.

 

Have been shouting my lungs out

Morning and afternoon, all throughout,

 

For all men and women, young and old,

And for the ones , not so bold,

 

For all whites and blacks, dwarf and tall

For all rich and poor to rise after a fall,

 

Everything is available in huge quantity

From honesty to brotherhood and to humanity,

 

Its already dark and no one has come here

Don’t know whom to find and where,

 

Tonight also will leave my shop without locks

For any stranger if at all in here he walks,

 

And picks up a thing of quality

May be brotherhood or else humanity.

 

 

To see hope when none exist is an illusion
To chase nightmares in your dreams isn’t a passion.
To wake up to loneliness and seek an answer

As to “why” isn’t life worth a lesson.

 

A ray of hope is all that u need to make a life..
And to chase that hope even in dreams is a passion..
To wake up to loneliness and still have hope

Is life’s sense of direction and not an illusion.

 

A sense of direction for a lost passion,
Seemingless void amidst nowhere

A play in semantics without a soul intervention
Meaningless life caught in the battle of bizarre.

 

Life is a battle of bizarre,
Sometimes sweet and sometimes sour,
Passion to fill the meaningless voids,
And the direction life so decides.

 

Who is life to decide, the decision is ours
This isn’t fair understand and don’t cry foul later

For what u make of your life is none but you,

As the choice lies with us for worse or for better.

 

Battle of life to be fought and how
Is the choice u need to make,
Grit and determination are the major factors
For our life, a course to take.

 

Free flowing or falling free
With fear into gravity,
A string loosely stuck
Like a ray of hope & goodluck.

Covered with darkness around me
With open arms I welcome thee,
The infinite and the infinity
Life’s ultimate reality.