I feel now like a cigarette in a dustbin, In two minds about everything, Educated only to procrastinate, Until tomorrow as always, As my mind wanders endlessly…

All those coffees have turned into sour kisses, And now her black smoked eyes, Are searching for an escape, In those bottles of Vodka.

As I battle this plague from past, I pin my hope in your sacred grace, Thy love shall resurrect itself I know, In the most unholiest of places…

And when our smiles meet I become speechless, My pen becomes wordless by thy sight, So I choose silence in your presence, Oh! The joy to watch you without judgment…

You gave birth to this century, To an age I call my life, And you coloured my hidden emotions, So I could express them while I am alive…

We lose more than we ever gain, But this lust just never ends, So gather whatever you may today, Before time comes and takes everything away…

Now all that is left of education for me, Is to read and write your name, Those blank pages invite me evermore, To fill them over and over, With your memories that ever grows…

And although my life is not a blessing, I still bless your name, For whatever little joy in my life that is left, It is left in hearing your name…

Shall come to pass the weather of failure, As hopes exposes itself in layers, What winter loses is springs gain, The dawn shall seek the dark again…