Fortunate trio

Twenty four hours in seven days
And still counting,
The toll the oppressor had to inflict,
The hurts in our veins,
But the support we had.
The late nights distress
The funds spent to stay alive
But the hope we still had.
October 13th, we witnessed,
October 13th, we survived.
If assaults not be
By our opposite being,
We would say “condem the bra”

Cellular addiction

My humanoid android dried my veins,
And inflicted me with its cellular addiction.
Laying not a tempting offer but a mandate,
And castigating me in my own will,
But with its eminent gain
I am lost!
To accept or terminate,
Which will I pick?

Late night fantasy

From my heart,
I let loose
My bottled up grief
For a revival on the deceased;
My pals and folks.
After the event of the night,
To myself,
I promised;
Not to fantasize
But my art is a cheer to my soul,
So I must fantasize,
And revive our lost memory.
Precisely,
The event of the night.