My Luck, My destiny

Born on the thirteenth,
Has done enough damage to my life's destiny.
Everything I touch,
turns into dust.
Every road I turn-in
turns into a dead end

Why, I ask, to the world, to you and me?
I know the answer is simple yet complex,
And I am damn tired and vexed.

I call my friend, and, she says'
"I can't here, I'm on the other end".
I smile at my neighbor,
and he does not care.
I hear voices from the inside
Screaming!
"You are dead"! "You are dead"

So much for my luck!
So much for my destiny!
Why God in God's name, was I born on the thirteenth!

It's a crappy world here. Selfless, Selfish, Greedy, Careless and Wicked. They all mean the same I know. But what joy do people gain when they store wealth, while stealing what belongs to other's. And it becomes even more worse when they happen to be the Godfather's of the place.

What kind of world is this when the leaders are themselves corrupted, cheaters and selfish. This has been an age old issue like cancer, spreading and growing on all four corners of the world. I guess, even Holy places are not spared of this.

Money! Money! what is this, which tastes sweet like honey,
Give glitterati in your eyes,
and the prestige- all fake promises.
Are you a man or a woman?
Do you have a heart or even blood running in your vein?

Yes, I need you! I want you! More than anyone may know.

I don't love you... But yes, maybe lust is the right word.

Give me that...and I will show the world who I am?

Be my lady! Be my man!

Walk with me day and night!

Every rain and shine!

I will love, till I'm through and done