Wayfarer

Sculpted the route that lead ahead
Even I scurried to carry....
I lost the shadows of that forerunner
But nobody passed that way this second
Why my eyes lie?
The pageant's echo raised those questions of time
That existed ages back here
But it haunts all of mine
Where can I get a hold of you!!
And the journey to the road of life
Still it goes for my woes
Every trouble within this time provoked me to die....
I can't quite the work of words..!
And you are not the intended being,
So it reappears where I began.....

A prostitute

I sat in front of it, sharp and clear
But it images the absurdity of my life
This evening I dressed like a fairy queen
It's all the reflection of my agony
My eyes are dark and pale; time for my retirement
Still they want me;
Out in the streets, they call and pay
Now I am with a broken identity, vanishes to the world
No one has loved me
They never called me beloved
And they visit me after the dusk falls
Leave me with cost of my body!!
Am I born for this?
Perhaps they crush me to hurt and weep
Again I go for it in silhouette
As the world named me a prostitute