Poetry and Writings

It's not whether you win or lose It's how you take it Because mistakes are to be made But only the strongest Won't let them to calibrate it

Tradition Culture It's a blunt whistle  In the wind King is to rule Not the kingdom

Going mental So judgemental, People spit out labels and tags All I'm really doing  Is just playing darts

I don't seize to surprise I am into the battle with every sunrise What is certain is that everything will pass What is not, is who will salvage all that mass?

I don't want to do it I don't want to play I don't want to be the marksman  Of today

Trusty wind Carries me home I'm yet solo I'm still alone

Today is 8th of March International women's day I wish you happiness And so that everything would be ok Be in the kitchen, at work  Or in personal life I wish they'd always listen To what you've got to say

Middle of nowhere, Gas tank is full, I don't act like a fool, But it's still middle of nowhere.

It is quiet now, But it is not quiet in my soul.  Some days I live, Some days I die, Falling like a leaf, Losing it all.

Circles I walk alone again Mind making holes in thinking Zen I know that pain keeps me awake I know that whatever has faded Is really fake One last attempt at silent mind One last pretense that keeps The rest so blind I keep my mind ajar Perhaps one ray of light may heal  My sickness from afar