Beggers Diary,

craving for something,, which seems so crucial,.. may not seems like so after few moments. One should know what he seek truly in life, coz most of time what I want for me, is just a bubble to soak me in.. from what is true reactions and reality.. Its obvious we need distractions to hide our true feelings, & so we do.. till all we are left with is shattered pieces and dripping eyes..

pulling you back everyone?.  

afraid how they will act.

I need help

standing at the edge

whom to criticize and whom to blame?

under-confidence

observer

ripped by world

nobody cares.&

hunger is a luxury and a state.

what's is self respect

whom to call friend.

prisoner of my own thoughts

Drowned in imagination and they seems faded now..?

Why do they disrespect?

God is a lie... religion is a statue of demon, all admire coz they are afraid of others demon..

Price to pay, for greed..

I can speak from ground to sky in goodness, but forget to follow it.

Its them who are the Beggers.,

Morals are what, makes my good..?

indeed I am lost..

I only know how to imagine.& I am King of my ruins..

Lost my senses yet,, I know what they think.. 

Ignored by open eyes, unheard by sound people.

exchanges are rough, got huhhh,, for a plea?

Often Ruler is my name,,. yet Begger is my fame..

forced guilty not acted guilty

Unity in none..love in none..