My pen, My sword, My ink, My blood

Every injustice shall make my words bleed,

Every visual shall plant a poem's seed,

In this world where ink is for sale,

I shall be the pen, the truth needs.

Unperturbed by the power of lies,

I shall let the truth free to fly,

Even if they deny me of ink,

My blood will write, till I die.

I wield my pen like a sword,

Mightier than the metal cold,

I will resist, I may perish,

My life is a price, truth can afford.

Road to resurrection

Somewhere along the way,

On the path I had taken,

I dropped all my desires,

All dreams were forsaken,

I wandered; mind squandered,

And time was victimized,

A jolt was what I needed,

As hope within me died,

But now that I have awakened,

Must delve into introspection,

I step out of my mirages,

Onto the road of resurrection.