Copy Right

Are we taking Xerox out of ourselves?


It’s so easy to be like that.


Big risk is when you are an original piece.


Less is when you are attested copies.


Everyone calls you original, you are not.


Get attested as fast as you can.


When you don’t know what’s yours….


Now I understand how difficult it is,


I am aware of the feelings now,


I want to go ahead with it.


Now I know what I wish for,


I am away from photocopies.


So I feel complete loneliness.

©

Its Black and White.

I was in a white frock,

and was standing in the edge.

Suddenly he came and pushed me.



With stretched hands and legs

I felt light...so light as feather.

But i am not flying...but falling.

In between the clouds.

Down into a place so deep.

Am not feeling fright...

no am not....


I can't feel my body.

I wish this never ends.

But he came to me.

Hope u got that he is not my love.

Staring at me without any reason.

Told me to write.

he wants me to write with romance.

How can i? you know why?

Pen searched for words on my death...


He is coming close.

His eyes, his black rob,

Breath following me to stay.

He didn't take me...

but sat beside me .

Suddenly breathless he is,

But pale is my lips.

white is my eyes.

Was it me or ?

I

believed in you....

yes, you made me yours .

But failed to take my soul.

Because i believed in you,



never loved you.

You asked me nothing.

I always had answers.

When i came to share mine,

you stappled my words with yours....

When you failed to me,

i called myself fool.

Because choice was mine,
 also is belief...