If I were a line
I think I'd be curled,
twisty wriggly & swirled, slowly unfurled.
I'd sweep over pages unwritten,

if I were a line,
i'd be a road,
driving down it on Motorcycle, fast
the wind in my hair,
my heart laid bare.
with nothing to say...
Yo know, That's what I'd be,
if I were a line.

But what If I were a spot
I'd be round and fat
(now how about that?*)
like a big, fat, well-fed cat.
I'd have drizzled and dropped,
if I were a spot,
pittering, pattering,
yo know, just like the v first raindrop !
That's what I'd be - if I were a spot.

If I were a colour
I'd be a rich red,
like a murderer's deathbed
for thats what I am 
a murderer.
i have taken two lives.
One isn't for anyone to know & One's mine.
i killed myself.
Can one be punished for murdering his own self ?

Nah ! Maybe I'd be a Black
No fuss,nothing dramatic,
just deep, still & silent
even though my thoughts,
all sporadic.
That's what I'd be,
if I were a colour.

But I am a human,
I AM...!!
I am so frail, so flawed,
yet so strong, so flexible
Ya, i do sometimetimes get bored,
times like now like now..
(a time spent wishing i 
was with Myo - just being adored).
Thus through my life - I twist and I turn

I bend and sometimes get bent.

Yet, I shall not break.
My Hinges, though - the ones upon which/who I twist and I turn upon,

Those - no one can see's 

None - at all.

Nobody But Me And The God Of My Perception Can See.

As for my shape, My shape ..Hah ! it's no other than the one I can be.

 My colour, it changes
almost constantly,
Because I am a human:
A human – that's me. 

A Solitary soul being jostled around in a sea of other souls

Watching, Waiting, Commiserating ,Thinking..
Oh god, when will thy set me free...?!