"Sometimes when I wake up I find myself miserable. The faint memories of my past threatens me, to stay as the failing me. But, then I recall, it has happened in the past too. I failed, people stabbed me hard. Did I fall ? Yes. But did I not rose back to mould myself? Did I not kill the distraught self? The Distorted self... "

The changed colour green

No way to escape, a forge within...

Now I need my colour back

Return my dream to glaze, not bleed...

Oh! A cramped heart!

To falter, I know- a sin waiting in the forlorn hope

Suffering to live laden..

A taint way- will suffer.... Walk silent splash, smile, wait....

The black eye, The distorted distressed self....