Typewriter

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/10/mag-89.html

Its small

Its color black

Its sounds click clang click

Its friend

Its my inner-self

Its my voice to world outside

Its a gift

Its wonderful souvenir

Its how I used to look at me

Its love

Its my passion

Its my reservoir of strength

Its small

Its color black

Its sounds click clang click

HAIKU

http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com

Ghosts of the past

                             In my closet and under my bed

Don't scare me anymore

POWERLESS

In world outside I am honored,

But in my heart am coward.

I am not afraid of ghost,

I do not fear of being fired from post.

I do not fear dark.

But I fear of fear.

I detest darkness,

I fear that one day ill peep

Into a crater that will be too deep.

Ill be pushed in for the sins I have done,

And remain there till I die.

Oracular cruel death.

Still ill remain in dark,

While sun goes bright and light.

Ill die for light, as dark has this mark,

“Evil will come as good men die here”

3WW- blogging after looooong time

I am a figment of my own imagination, 
inclined  to believe this is real,
The world i exist
The sins that please
The verisimilitude hard to leave
The pain and  the grieves 
The vulnerability of beings