Extravaganza

The only time I feel alive

Is when I write,

Inspiration like an electricity

Through my doom boom brain.

I and myself is in love where no man will,

Though no man can be the judge on how I feel.

I am on transit

Hunting for daily bread that's what it seems,

Seriously the road seems rugged

But am so much on myself,

Believing someday appear a splendid smile

Which shall remain still like a river flow.

What do a man else want.

I concur being the best ever he can

For as long as my ink overflows

Never die my writing so.