The pen once told the writer
Let your diction make the prediction
No religion was the prophet's
No story is yours.

----Nair----

Where is the end?
If you are only walking.
Where would the storm begin
If they never stopped praying
What is my dying sin?
If life was barely a blessing
Where is god in the clouds,
If it never stopped raining

-----Nair-----

She was an artists magic,
the end of his burning cigar.
She would fish for the gold
Beyond his eyes in the canvas
The day she fell to it's depths,
Was when he caught her
That paper was a piece of the river

---Nair----

Rainy days, far away from home,
Where the sun never sets, i would roam,
the dome of prayers and a plodding priest,
Walls of stones that would only spread east

------Nair------

He said, there is this tree of time...
Every day it sings like a distant chime...
All grew old, every man and monster,
Not this tree of time, the evergreen scenester......
----Nair-----

They say we could live all the lies....
Grow two wings and touch the skies...
But I turn around and see you smile...
And I fly, and I fall, every single time....

---- Nair----

Suave and swift and a mighty wit
Why do you never listen just a bit?
Shaved faces and lustrous grins
Is all we want, is all that wins..
He walked with a beard and soiled rag..
Ink on his nails and dreams in his bag,
They wished for walls they died building
In a frame he lived, where it never stopped raining.... 
-----Nair-----

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