hi joe...

tsokolates joe...

flowers joe...

they grew up naked

shamed...

forgotten...

on your lap

G.I. Joe

on the streets

G.I. Joe

13 and 14 year olds

substance abusers...

they get high to forget hunger

they use the popularly known

"rugby"

a toxic adhesive use to

bind soles of shoes and

uphosltery

that night...

they roamed the streets

tipsy

asking for alms

when provoke,

they strike back

they are at peace with themselves...

or are they?

long wait for home...

urban

race...

urban

flood...

congestion!

sober...










jogger...

no

thanks!

i
hear
nothing...

i
feel
everything...

somtimes

at mid-point

we stumble,

but the fulcrum

stays...

find the

balance

and in our

midst

we'll see

things

equal...

creation starts from the mind,
it takes humongous courage to
to make it happen...

even the most minute has its role,
bonded collectively,
towering ideals
can be realized

in these mountains we...
play

quench

and

forage...

our abode

our god

1 you roam
2 you settle
3 you preserve
4 you conquer
5 you contain

all are slaves!

listen to us...
the callous
are the signs
through us you evolve

you stare at us from above
as we reach you from below
is this how you really want it?
or it is just how they made us think?

there are no probabilities
it is mediocrity that creates chaos

smiling for us is easy
we do not have nothing to frown about
except when we are hungry

sacrifice...
from your dew
we sip
gently
until
you wither

pastel...
pastel...
pastel...
cooler!

they washed...
they hanged...
they folded...
they forgot about themselves

fragile...

agile...

i think it's all

curried!!!

why be afraid of narrow paths?

it is where we all came through and came from...

it is where we all come about!

narrow is the path