POETRY IS AN UNFAIR WEATHER FRIEND

1) only if all the godmen would die

the god could be brought back to life

2) I walk circles in mind , 

before I write one single verse 

telling the world I ain`t doing fine 

but who is actually doing fine?

only the unaware , not the undaunted

beware of the solitary mind numbing despair …

unfair , it is found hanging on the cliffs of everywhere….

unrepaired , kind of warfare ,

 all my sleeps are filled with atrocious nightmares 

I have walked miles , but still I reached nowhere. 

3) Poetic liberty is the antidote of anticipation

To provide certain relief, from misery to grieve 

Pine away your sorrows, in the river of whatevers or Nevers

Let poetry be your friend of unfair weather

4) All my intentions to create stand still

 on the verges of commodification of my despair ,

as I stare at the abyss, the abyss stares back at my unattended affairs ,

more gleamingly , more seemingly , more redeemingly 

5]Art is an unfair weather friend,,