Torched Beacon

The flaw of a speech
An uncertain step
A bold writing
Not holding any depth
Sustaining fake tears
Lurking behind
A cynical smile
Proud nose
Perched high in the air
Without a single
Sign of despair
Using harsh words
As a weapon
Burning dreams
With torched beacon
Is this who I wanna be ?
Is this who I ever could be ?
Is the cost of success
Crumbling into an ash
others dream n mine…
Could it be turned into cash ?





as we live each day and open it as a gift

as the lives from within, seems to drift

as the breath we consider to be ours

as the meaning of life becomes swift..

… it was never meant to be;