Unwanted fight

He knows what he wants

People don't

Hard to explain

but

He tries, barely..


Gives up sometimes

Pick himself up

When he gets weak

Knowing the borders

of

His limits won't help

If they refuse

to see


Unwanted fight

not willing to win

or lose

with humans

always believe they have

right to choose


Screaming to light

Whispering in dark

Scared of them

being black or white

Giving up the once again

Knowing to start

All over again..

London Poem

They all come to London

Big dreams,

Soon abandon

Center of the world

One language turns hundred

Getting hurled

Memories Plundered

City is busy

Ignores you

You feel dizzy

Have no Clue

Not easy to get here

Harder to leave

When you realise

It's too late

There is nothing to achieve

Love and hate

You are in between

Knowing its too late

To get clean

London Knows you are here

Sad and tired

Only sees but cant here

You think you are fired

No more inspired

Done, Leaving no more,

The city is the pimp

and

You are just a whore..