Humans, my goodness
A baby that thrives upon knowing of every new
“Sit down you little mischievous” – shouts mom
…….. but I want to see it mom
(Why to fight, I’ll check it when she goes)
A desire, a lust, an ideal
One logic, and all shattered
By the wings of Lucifer
A guilt -not of unachieved
Of not able to.
Sparkled that immortal flame
Stand there the Rage; not violent
But filled with passion.
A cool breeze, flowing through-
Having a smell of Rose
An opium but still with sobriety
Undefined destiny that craves for you or you for that
“Have thought for, if the same is deserving ?”
Wait a minute ! I am one of you (society)
But an individual.
Only to care of keeping this rage as unbothering.
Deciding of this ‘deserving’:
Not supposed ‘A’
“I chose to look at, what’s in there”
It’s The life, The passion, The lust, The person…..
Did I ask for That cookie !
And Remember; those unfitting shoes, still wonder me.