I start this verse with an ongoing curse,
To my words those seem dull but it occurs,
With everyone and I’m not the one who’s specially any worse.
Reverse was my gear, my thoughts turned adverse.

I was fighting myself like an angry bird,
I was building a story with each of my word,
My words went down lately,
I was probably writing like a nerd,
But the stories, the paras remain unheard.
I’m still genuine, I’m living copyright of my works,
I’m living a life that I write under “shopmywords.”

Just a change in taste, and the words went waste.
I just didn’t know how I started to write in haste.
I might’ve been in need of a different liquor,
I was just sick of getting any further sicker.
My pen was craving for a plot,
But I had no real thoughts to give her.
I was just ruining my liver,
Even the last drop of the liquor, I was ready to lick her.
But the things seem to get better now, a bit quicker,
I’m able to build the plots again and I feel slicker,
The mental state is stable and now thoughts won’t flicker.

What I feel about the life today,
You run behind too many thoughts at a time,
I did it, I made a bundle of sick rhymes.
But this time, is the fix time,
In this time, I’ll just rhyme,
‘Cause there’s ain’t no next time.
Don’t advise, I’m more wise and I will rise.
I ain’t need your worse words for my verse,
I’ll better kiss mine.
And I’ll fix this time,
What I ruined the last time, in the past time.

Just forget that time, I’m not goin’ back to that again,
As I told you earlier, I’ll tell that again,
That past is past and it’s gone past in the past,
and the past never goes past round again.
Though it came too fast, I was like in a spell under cast,
Thankfully it didn’t last long, and I’m not ON,
To welcome that Scary Hound again.
What my acts lost and lacked was a fact,
And see now the fact, I’ve found again.
I’m gonna go back on the track,
And I’m never gonna drag,
Or pull the shit lines again,
I’ll stick to the responsibility,
To feed the world with my life again.

I past the primary, towards the tertiary,
I live in this phase of secondary time,
I’ll keep working for the sultry rhymes.
It ain’t no conclusion, or a solution yet this time.
It’s just an introduction,
To the new level, new junction of my future rhymes.

By Vish


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