I am a beggar,
Lurking after your eyes
To raise up inked mites
Torn pages, our hovel
Rainbow of enlightment
Proliferates along fingers
Shy lips, Reluctant paras
Blabbering unkempt debts
They call it time waste

I am a preacher,
Mark thy verbatim letters
Dipped in unholy Scarlet
Petals of uncanny emotions
Withers on worldly alter
Glossary glossing glamour
Miseries mending maladies
Techniques being unborn
They sentenced me Dead

I am a falsifier,
Brewing breathing fantasies
Baiting their loyal ideologies
Teenage, coffin for vagaries
Sketching imprisoned lyres
Memories sliced intentionaly
With jewelled words and persona
Muddled tales with tragic shadow
They know me as a sheer failure

But for my blinded mirror, I am a poet!