Nicotine Patch

There is a very specific thing in my mind,
Broken bodies I see moving outside
Where they carry their corpse,
And feed from their own flesh
Where they look so charming, but are one step closer to death
Where all the living have lost and died to disguise.
I am not talking about some social issue,
It is just a lung exercise.
The world that we are a part of, is as dreamy as it seems
It looks good as if it were a dream.
But waking up into this nightmare is what makes us scream.
I see you lighting your smoke just to get by
Every single time,
Don’t you wonder why?
Your body tends to bleed…as your life starts to recede
All the people who love your presence...fade into dream
I get it you have problems, but so do I.
This life gave me the same hell where we live side by side.
I get it I shouldn't judge,
But what I do is “care”
‘Cause every single thing,
 There is this sudden nightmare, that the world we live in
We eat ourselves alive,
There will be no time to comprehend, even to look death in the eye.
I don’t think this is the way,
With every puff that you take,
 Think about the people, who love you,
And what if you go away?
It is funny how with every cigarette you lit,
You always thought that you’ll never become an addict.
Look how it is now, I guess this is why you are broken..
There is smoke in your lungs and not air for your words to be spoken.
Look at the marks in the wall, they signify every time you tried to quit.
But wait, there are none, let’s just say that this might be it.
Take your time, try to quit and mark the wall as you scratch.
This may not make me a better person but this might serve as your nicotine patch.

Dear 60 Year Old Me.

Dear 60 year old me,

Has it been a good life?

Has it been the way you wanted it to be?

Or are you just passing by?

‘Cause I may be in good health but urge of wealth is taking something out of me all the time

Because I am a part of this rat race, and I know that I am not winning

I am not even close to finishing.

Because every time I think about what is going to happen next, it is diminishing everything.

Old man, tell me how is it going to be with people along my side?

Because I have heard they are temporary, is that going to be permanent all the time?

I have been beaten and broken along my way

I wonder how much your body can take, if “growing old makes us weak” is what they say

But i can’t see how you look, but I know you’ll stand tall

Above the entire crisis, there is no way that you will fall

There is no way that you’ll be broken by just words that are so small

You always knew this world has always been an all out brawl.

I set myself as a goal, thinking about what i can be

And not someone else’s version of scared and lonely me.

Things may not be so good but they will just pass by

They will be good, that is the way of life.

Oh old man, I get scared to death every time I think about what is next in line for me.

I just hope it gets better, hope is the only thing that we can actually rely on honestly.

I know that by the time I’ll be you; my back will be full of knives

Yours sincerely, 

your 20 year old version scared of this life.

You Don't Have To Be Everything

A promise was made to our elders, by our hopes and dreams
A promise that we knew was in vain, in agony it used to scream
A promise which we made just to see them happy, but not one smile we could see
A promise of let down that was brought upon by you and me
We have been in this crisis and we are not safe
For the mind that we have, is the one to blame
Where we want to be everything, which leaves us in bits
Where expectations grow up and harder as it gets
Where we are smiling, but our mind is running to and fro
Where our shadows start whispering and no one seems to know
Where we tend to break down, lock the window and shut the door
Turn the speakers up so loud that cries could be disguised by our glow
But why do we have to try?
When we are doing it for someone else and not for our own mind
When will you stop giving everything up for somebody else and not for your own insights?
I say, why should we try?
When we can do something we are best at
Rather than to do something we are just good at
If you do it, give it your heart and soul
Do it until you take control
Do it until there are people looking up to you
Do it as if it is the only thing that you are left with to do
Do it till it runs in your veins
Goes through your lungs, drives you insane
Do something that you can fall in love with
Not just something that you fill your empty cup with
Money, I get it, is a factor
But your satisfaction is a bigger one
Because we are sick of running in circles along with a thousand others
Let’s just turn around and face the crowd
Let’s just be your dream and not what others need
A promise made to ourselves and not someone else’s greed

Failure Is Unacceptable

We grew up in a place where the shadows were our only companions and all colours were grey

Where our life was a part of a rat race and all nights seemed like day

Because society that we live in, tends to expect

Because if you didn’t study well, you’ll regret

Because what others thinks of you, matters the most

And what you have in your mind, is all just a hoax

We are born to be engineers, doctors, something big from start

No one tends to ask us if the writer, the artist, the actor can go so far?

I guess money is all that matters, your dreams don’t do shit

But tell me, what good quantum physics does, if you can’t remember it

Because our system is not based on knowledge

It is based on how much you can keep in mind

Because you can find an artist in a cubicle

With graffiti at his back of the desk spelling “I HATE MY LIFE”

I get it that we are all part of this rat race

Everyone hopes to win

But try and lose sometime..fear will stop crawling under your skin

‘cause when you lose..you are left with nothing to lose

And you can go and have a fresh start

Do something that you love..Something that might actually take you away from the dark

‘cause this 9-5 routine, it’s sucking the freedom out of our lives

“cause every bird needs his wings and that height out to fly

It scares the shit out of me..that I might fail and be left broken

But at least I tried and didn’t have my words left unspoken

All Men Are Dogs

I’ve seen that look in your eyes, that look of despise

I’ve seen that vision going numb, your insights crumble inside

Your look of disbelief, when you see us walk through the door

And that sigh of relief when we are not there anymore

Are you the victims? Or is it in your mind?

“That every man has to rape”

That is what makes him manly from inside

That every guy you see is a jerk

That every male you meet is a wound that tends to hurt

That every vision we lay on you, we are stripping away your pride

 But what about our integrity? Are we not victimized?

I am not saying that all of you are the same

Exactly same is the case with us

Not all of us are to blame

I may be wrong, because what you might have seen is what I will never know

But I may be right, because what I believe is what I have to show

I know what this kind of place is; I have been broken by both tribes

But what really breaks the society are all these stereotypes

I am sorry, If i did hurt your sentiment

But we have been holding it for far too long..

Long enough that our souls are far from being elegant

There are these wounds that can never be closed, no matter how many the stitches..

Well if all men are dogs, then all women are close to being bitches.