P R I S M

Whatever is the breed
inside all are greed
which brought paranoia

then man taught math to himself
and developed patterns
of actions & reactions

braking every law & order
turned life from  better to bitter
Just look at what we became

I cant try to change
But I can reveal this mess
that's when I blew my whistle

Dedicated to the sacrifices of EDWARD SNOWDEN

ST(R)ING

gliding through the winds
I started my journey

rose above the trees
and looked down at the green grass

elated the spirits by the height
Hopes rose high

within myself I met a stranger
transforming from a dreamer to doer..

But when I look back
I am tied with a string

Just like a bloody KITE!
Oh.. how fragile is my future

Dedicated to the medicos whose future is revolving around the court order