I like to write on a black screen with grey fonts - pretty ecstatic ain't it. Read a tweet - Life is a bitch, now we have learnt to classify life into one of the loyal species known to mankind, in one context or another - what an irony !!! On a cold chilly summer night, my thoughts were caught mid-flight and I have nowhere else to go, nowhere else to grow - just in the dark hoping my shadows does not show to the passer by with a torch, and his Ferrari on my porch. Rapid movement of fingers twitching in the cold, in your head, where you can see a cracked you and hear a voice that said : Remember what your mom taught you - Remember what you taught yourself. Time and tides are tied on a string of hope, selfworth and career paths are no little jokes, how can you lay them bare with a pinch of salt without any care. To decide where you need to break the lines to see them as a poem, is something you will decide, not the pope - nor Eminem. And why do you ask yourself the true motive to live, to be happy and keep people snappy. When did the train turn around on its own track, without such huge burden of anonymity on your back. Make it worthwhile while it last, make it special as a cast. Change your tone because the audience likes it that way, harsh roars, ascetic lines and lightning words typed in a fray.. disarray !!!

Call - gtg .. Good talking :)