A child, lies in a fortress,
In the comfort of her father's arm.
Rest now my child, from all distress,
Til my dying breath from all harms.
and i hope that you will do the same,
For your children in this world, untame.
I no longer read you nursery rhymes,
But do know i love you til the end of time...


The dawn breaks,
The sun hatches in the clouds,
Searching for a place in the skies,

The alarm breaks his subconscious concentration,
He grunts and indulges in sinful sleep,
while searching for a comfort place for his head.

The train doors break the silence,
Commuters rush in like life and death,
Just to find a place inside.

Watchful eyes break the crowd;
Vultures scanning for fleshy seats,
Just for a place of seats of golds.

The worker breaks free,
Slogging and dreaming,
For a place in society.

I'm just searching for a place in your heart.


Will you still call me friend,
when monetary status will make us worlds apart?

Will you still call me cousin,
When i may have to borrow to feed my children?

Will you still call me nephew?
Even though i've not met your expectations?

Will you still call me lover?
When i may not even be able to provide?

Will you still call me brother,
for being a bad example?

Will you still call me son,
For not listening to you?

Will you still bring me Home,
For forsaking You half my life?


Survival of the fittest,
the measure of being human,
The yardstick of modern times
Since i've failed,
I must not be human,
So i shall disappear,
Til i have regained this status
And maybe til my solitude becomes immortal.


Dear Fren.
It is hard not sending you electronic pigeons.
It is hard going to sleep each night,
With you in my mind and you in trouble.
I'm sorry i let it slip.
This is only day one,
I pray, dear child, you will overcome me soon.
My love is killing you.