The Final Transaction

i don't have words to explain how i feel
the pain keeps on growing,
wounds don't seem to heal.
memories mixing with reality,
ripping me to shreds with utmost brutality
my life is like a cause without reason,
cloud without water,time without season.
i am confused,driven by uncertainty
in this darkness,i search for sanity
i can hear the silence that screams
everything is ebbing away,suffocated are my dreams.
i can't pierce my tortured soul
my thoughts have taken their toll.
i'm a stranger amongst my own
inside this heart,poison has grown
there is no room left for procrastinations
now it's time to start-"the final transaction"

Let's be pickpockets!!

I always wanted to be something different.
i wanted to stand out,i wanted to be distinct.
i wanted a profession that could shoot up adrenaline like a rocket
so i decided to be a pickpocket!
this profession requires a lot of practice,a lot of skills
the fear of being caught,gives your spines some chillzzz
the scope of betterment always exists
the ever growing temptation is something you need to resist.
while inserting your fingers into the pockets,
you need to be patient,you need to be watchful.
just keep looking around,be very careful!
once you get hold of that wallet,
keep it safely in your pocket.
keep your calm,dont lose your composure
leaving the site unnoticed,ends the procedure.
the hard earned money gives you a sense of satisfaction
pat your back,you deserve this appreciation!
let's start a revolution,let's bring about a change
let's take up this profession,let's expand our range.
we've had enough of doctors,engineers and architects
let's be different,let's be pickpockets!!