THE INNER MAN

It was another usual night.
Iwas sitting in my room.
Brooding;cursing this pseudo-developing society.
I wept,I cried,n when i looked up,
I saw Godstanding in front of me.
I had never believed in God.
So i chose not to bow down.
We sat there & had a chat.
Shared a fag or two.
But an hour of gossiplater,
I realized I was talking to myself.

YES.I WAS GOD.

I was a dream,an imagination.
Light as smoke,yet heavy as earth.
I had been ther before life.
Imbibed discipline in the universe.
Spawning million of light-years,
I had no definition.
I was the thunder of the first storm,
The cry of the first child.
I was the soul of a saint,
The music of an orchestra.

I saw Sahara change to desert,
And saw men change to animals.
But yet,I survived.
And morphed to desperate howls
Of a hungry hawker,on a hot summer noon.
And here I am,the sameway as
A million years ago.
Dissolved in the mob of society.
I am its soul.

-nitric dream

THE CITY OF GHOSTS

Sunrays bathing the life ashamed-
Faces that are masks.
A smile that's plastic.
A bullet that fakes a death.

Brightened with golden sunflame-
Souls that rest in darkness
That are ghosts,or maybe scare-crows,
Making faces at the shattered mirror;
Their laughter transcends from hidden fears,
And overflows the limits of audibility
To reach the ears of your god,
Who laughs at you throughout the cursed day.

And the dusk is sultry-
Those souls tired by the day
Morph to blasphemistic nightmares.
Bats,owls and dogs.
And fly by their own fearful hearts.
As the city sleeps
In the grave of bony have-nots.