Metro

They said that the bus lead to hell
It had no stop they said.
I was made to travel that bus
I was shunned from the heaven 
My senses left me staring through the front screen blankly,
Thinking of the end
I was that tilted side of the road which gets water no matter what.
Someone with mighty coin they said
Had the brightest destiny they said
As they described that mighty coin, i felt something burning my hand
I saw it shining in bright lemon
I was told that mighty coin smelled like melon
I wasn't sure why did the coin chose me?
What could it be that made me that lucky?
Tears with memories of mother praying for me flowed and flowed until i left the hell bus

Canvas

She was one of the canvas that painted its self. She wasn’t prude but her flamey air that she lit around her was only for tasteful people to enter and stay forever. She was sweet but her sourness could make you forget the sensation of sweetness. It was something about her being passionate yet to only people that mattered and stayed for good.  Her acting up all confident was very heart trembling for her, she was never sure, yet portrayed the best of her. She knew life would give things that she didn’t wish for, but she was aware too that those were the spices needed right in her plate. A fine, well mannered, shy yet so fierce and unpredictable. She was a storming weather, turning the tornadoes into rainbows, so suddenly.

Costume

It's such a blessing that our souls can't be seen. The way we've costumed and destroyed ourselves. I bet we ourselves can't stand the reflection.

Direction

Compass will not benefit you, if you’re not willing to follow it, same as Quran, you don’t get benefit unless you’re willing to follow it.

Ocean

A chaotic ocean holding finite ends and infinity altogether, have you were imagined that what if you were an ocean? What would you be? Infinite middle or the ever ending shore? I would be the shore, giving life to the being, hit by chaotic, angry waves. I will be their ground, their life line, their reason to live. What is so wrong with that? I’d sing to them the melody of water and bonding, they’d live up, they’d grow, and their all nurture will be because of me. Isn’t that enough reason to be happy? I’d hit the rocks and the hard, ashy mountains, they’d tell me the stories of hard shell and soft heart, wouldn’t you want to live like that? I’d transport the tales and lovely gaze, I’ll mesmerize. I’ll crush myself under the legs of the beings, my foamy form would melt to watery blue, on every touch.  I’ll wipe the tears, yet crying all the time. I am water, though, but why can’t I cry? My watery tears will hide under the layers of angry waves, my love will be my escape.