About a girl I hate most

Today honesty played a part in executing my temperament.
The colour of my skin again told me that I am an outsider came across the sea to conquer. But my dear fellow being I am not a warier am just adjusting my footsteps.
Philosophy of convenience, that’s the apt word, love, belief and reliance are related to this philosophy.
Arrogance has his head up all the time today.
She has her love for the last ten years and now she got a new believer with a lust licking face.
I hate her smiley pretending face and that is the curse that always follows this palace.
She got a strong coffee smell and a big bottom, am I bit rude?
Yap I am enjoying this.
I felt very low to put my pen on.
But the days are not going to be the same and it’s a collage of boldness, cheapness, sex, arrogance, love and belligerence.
Been called as a Laidback lucky guy, sometimes a pink panther so who I am?
I don’t want to go into the endurance of philosophy.
But I am still surviving with my skills.

Dreams

Today there were bits of sun shine and my eternal soul was not searching for any new experiences.
Summer is peeping through my misty windows and I woke up very early.
Change is as stated inevitable, so i knew the path, but it is intimidating to my soul
I can see, in front of my view ,everything is changing from the skin texture to the tears ,along the bed side that dark shade never gives me any fantasies
I have to be frank, truth is sometimes dimensional.
Today no new principle arising
Old poet who’s standing amidst of a calamity but his glance was only towards the victim’s pouch, searching for some profit, here I can laugh at his creativity.
My words are too narrow, it is no longer holding that depth and I am too boring.
What’s happening!!!!!
Reverberations, yelling, howling and a day dream
In short, I want to kill my genuine heart and run like a forest Gump.

Inevitable

Beside the narrow corridors, rusty environs, the death of a child howling with a gradual symphony with stretcher wheels
Walked restlessly through the snowy wind, I want to reach there, with a thrust.
Hope that seems to vanish away through this rushing...
Destiny is too far, the more routes you climb the more time you get.
But I am not fascinated...
Will bushed gradually and the gains are far too excruciating to my soul.
So I am touching slowly, alongside sorrows and sobering still tweeting through that white little crack.
Anatomy of that canvas
Cascade of colours and dripping pain squeezing me into its innocent belligerence
She is singing a song, with her broken harp.
Eyes shut and miserable fear gaping around her tiny fingers.
I gaze up to it; it was a cloud, a passing cloud...
The trees are shedding its passion
I was tempted to laugh about that adolescence which gives me sweat, aching evenings, love and desire to slit my heart.
Love is always a diversion, in which nobody fails but everyone will find a lane and will lead his own way to conquer.
I used to whisper in her ears about dogmas and world wars
And share her motherhood in that dusty darkness.
All my own advantages!
And at last a few pennies or a kiss with a smoky burp.
World itself is full of liars, among that my lies have no perseverance.
Now present time is a hard reality of my respirations.
Still I am walking...
Quietly, with anguish and anticipation!
With fading memories!
Towards that inevitable!!!