Boxing days are here again.

In churning hopelessness
Continues a flow speech and drama
Out of nowhere cometh a punch
Shaking the nerve bone and muscle
In every long and short hustle.
Yeah i trained meself in fights
Not too hard for a proper damage
Nor to prove meself or for an exhibition.
But to judge and act justly.
To smile on those cuts and bruises
To amend the sway as i walk in the way.

That fury never passes away
Those appreciations come everyday
Should never beat a fool they say,
Try beat his foolishness,for it remains.
Truth lies not in gain but in bitter pain
A stranger who knows you may say
I ve never seen this before
You the best,you the winner
Show him the sinner
Show him the hard worker
Show him your walk in the way.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 05102016

Yella.

A certain man was uncertain,
Of things.
Some of a high degree
Some of the low.
They are together lies and vanity

Altogether vanity.
May be,it did matter

This certain man walked the shore
Near the Oceans.
A thorn pricked his toe
And a wound he did bore
There was uncertain blood flow

Altogether vanity.
May be,it did matter as it hurt

This uncertain man grew old
In his own fold.
Sometimes he looked at the skies
Sometimes at the floor of the shore
He just stood in all certainty,thanking.
Vanity all together.
What mattered is it would not hurt.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 04102016