Pain

One question remains.. Why?
Classical but still the most haunted one. Sometimes HE playes the most saddistic games. Most of the times we lose faith.
Still have to go on and on till the time someone else asks WHY?
Heart, felt like a grounded paste, thoughts blurred as ever, din't know whome to console or what to do..
Nevermind, ability to forget, a real boon, sometimes..

Black coffee

Bottles on the cloud... surely you were on a high.
Roads patched with red... no doubt, its sortta sweet.
Flies are due in any moment... no bloody puke on my carpet.
Hey hey hey what you mixed in my black coffee... for am in the 1st grade with a tofee.

Not your average filer

Nothing could convince me then... Those where the days when you felt like a hot air balloon. Not a single day passed without me checking on the daily digest in the tech review. Most articles where either dramatically puffed up with jargons or practical stupidity.
It's pouring out in gallons there, when i finally caught hold of the page i's waiting for. The cute face reminded me of some country fisher boy. The skin was deep tanned and his eyes darted out thick ink.
My desk was filled with blotted papers, otherwise known as contemporary pros, in no time. "Just in time, friend", said the publisher.
When the ethyl drops squeezed through the sensory system, that night, I shouted at the mirror, "One for the classiest intellectual thief,ever"...