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Passion and mission statements

Life-Mine is so interesting...  sometimes I like it serene...

Knowledge-   To know is to be wise; to be ignorant is foolish.

Poetry- Voice of the mind.

People-No one person is the same as the other.  Dependent of the other day- after- day.

Places- Every place unique in its own way, a beautiful world indeed. The more you go the more you see.

History-The road that we ply

Fashion-enjoy it-admire it-do not follow it, It is only a trend. Find yourself, find your style and you will be fashionable.

Internet- Where you can learn and know ...  The market place, where you can buy and sell.

                             where you can choose to be wise or foolish… The only place in the world where everyone wears a mask...

Dark alleys

 I cannot see!

It is so dark..

 I cannot see!

 show me the light, Make my sight  bright

I cannot see….

I am so blind, I cannot see?

I need a doctor

are there other factors? 

I cannot see……

 tell me why, I cannot see

Is it just me, Or you hide?

should I open these eyes wide?

I want to see….

when I dine with thee

I want to see

Is that candle too deem?

or am I too keen?

I cannot see 

Over the years, I train

With all the fears, I strain

how can I see?

do I need to pay a fee?

open up! ye dark street

Oh ye dark street,

your gates are closed

shielded like the high gates of Aso rock

will I need a Versace  frock and some dread locks?

I cannot see

if you open up, what will I see?

a clean sheet written with gold pen?

 a book or a mere  scribble in mud

what might I find in the human mind?

  Ditched-HI  tech  

Sent! Sent! Sent!

Cried my sensitive mobile phone

 it was tired of my little groan 

His phone rang endlessly

So did my tears fearlessly

I prayed and hoped all was well

 my thoughts all fell off hell 

The red Ferrari was best I had seen

yes it was materialism, in which I was driven

oh the beauty of that beast

what a tease! it never ceased..

I prayed for hours this was real

just as much the ride a thrill

he missed the  turn to Duncan road

His nonsensical jokes fine with me abode

what a dame bound and diminished

seemingly loosed yet with  stitches

For though I  was rich

   Poverty of guts were mine, at his reach

would I be richer with my sanity intact?