Death, a promise always kept

Death is a promise always kept.

Poles apart from deception, ‘tis one whole truth.

And so,

I stand fearless in the drifting sands of life.

Being nothing but myself

Matching jewels with my sister,

Gardening , hiding in the protection of my mother

Turning every damned thing, every wrestle

Of life into a laughable with my father,

Fixing my gaze on, and fixing my lover’s hair

Bringing down the word embarrassment’s pride for ever existing

with my bosom friends, my confidantes,

we plan to rule the world every now and then

And in our little minds, we already do.

Since death is a promise always kept.

I promise you this,

A life lived in all its hues, in all its

Shades

In shadows and in light

Turning every myth around

Living my mind out.

my mind, for that fact, is one hell of a magnificence.