expressive..

being expressive of my thoughts.. that sometimes are pensive.. sometimes derisive.. sometimes of desires,
sometimes deviating sometimes concentrating.. sometimes progressive.. sometimes wild but without fires,

or outbursts.. for the boils or scars that remain with in me may develop of being a rude volcano,
that shall burn each n every thing along the paths n ways.. destroying each living as wicked storm nano,

expressive at those times i become n put my thoughts into words n present these to the world i know,
and to those friends who i believe are real.. and leave n drop my gathered instincts for devils.. n i grow,

to be the human i believe i am.. with all the flaws n imperfections.. yet with the zeal with in.. atleast be loving,
hence i become expressive again to leave a trail of adores.. fondness.. n of some desires of some snugging,

by.. nevertheless.. not happening.. hence again the thoughts into words n present these to the world i know,
who i believe shall take the words in letter n spirits since i am being true to these all.. like or just throw,

in to dustbins lying some where.. i don't mind.. but being expressive of my thoughts simply put me off,
from many many bizarre things n acts.. i know what emotions n feelings run in me n to some i do snuff... 

                               instead of keep burning....