Falling down…

Running deeper than… Mere appearances, reflections. Your demeanor, presence, your aura is an eyesore. They have, fell, falling and are sliding further… I fear. That you need more than hands… To procure, secure and suture the wounds. You cry. But your muffled wails for attention, betray… The conflagration that is your lot. Your hauteur breedsContinue reading “Falling down…”

There is only… Us.

The inhumanity of man towards man. Is consistently vociferous, pernicious And subsequently malignant… Infecting the whole with The sordid roll of the dice. As it pits those who feign ignorance. Under the guise of sinister discernment To divide, conquer and intersperse… The contagion of myopic thought to the legions whose power lies, in numbers. ButContinue reading “There is only… Us.”