Have A Blast

“Go to bed son, it’s time for your bedtime story”
Oh how I heard my mom telling me about the times of glory
From a sacred kingdom to the civil war,
We learned to know what it’s worth fighting for,
Lord Ram came back to the kingdom,
The whole kingdom was lit in celebrations,
The tradition is being followed even now,
I just saw a squirrel’s incineration.
What wrong did that little being do?
I guess it was just passing by.
The selection of nature I guess is cruel,
But it was burnt alive.
The whole tradition was to light up the place and make the whole world glow as if there is no darkness even in the night
 But all we see is smoke, dust and burnt dreams of the children working in factories to burn our money outside.
Why will we care about this earth? What has it done for us?
I wish you’d have the oxygen cut out for you, I guess that’ll take out the fuss.
Because I am angry as no one seems to care about this.
Because the winter isn’t here, but the fog is.
Because I have a problem with breathing, that is the case of 1/3rd of the population.
Because we are caught up in the same old situation
Of being a part of the nightmare, or part of our dream
To whisper in the dark or in the daylight, should we scream?
Because the world isn’t listening, it is supposed to be deaf.
When all the fireworks burn outside, ash is all that’s left
That is burnt carbon, shame and pity is what I harbor,
I can’t begin to believe it’s true.
That a festival to celebrate has become a festival of doom.
I can’t tell how to do stuff, I guess you are civilized
But burning money is a shame,
There is no need to wonder why?
But let’s just say that I am stupid, “thinking way too much”
I guess we can make a difference, if there is even one mind that I can touch
I can change one’s opinion; maybe I’ll change of two.
Because now I believe that impossible can’t be true.
 But If you are still wondering whether I have lost my mind,
So go out there, have a blast, this was a waste of time.

MAN SLUT

Hello, I am a man and I guess that is my sin.
I am a social ape with a penis at the pelvis and mind so thin.
I am open, like a book is what you can call.
But you need to decipher me, if you want to stall
You need to pull me closer,
You need to put me back to life.
Because I can’t lie straight on my back
It is completely filled with knifes.
But why do you care?
For the society, men are supposed to be tough.
Men are supposed to lift weights, run miles till there is no mile left to feel good enough.
Men are supposed to go places; they are supposed to be free.
But not all men are the same, some love to sit inside a tree.
It is not like we like being alone, but that is the only company that has not left us shattered.
Because eventually loans, bills and expectations will be the only things that matter.
Because there are things greater than ego, we call them inner peace
Because it is all about achieving that, else we are just missing a beat.
Does it really matter if a man tends to cry?
Because we are all crying inside,
You just need to see the reason why.
Once you understand the pain that we are going through.
I get it menstrual pain must be something but
Social stress is a threat to be reckoned with,
These words that seem too faint to be true.
Yet, we never complain.
Sitting back outside, covering our pain,
Because everything we do tends to drive us insane,
But hey, nothing is worse than getting a blood stain, eh?
There is no such thing as luck.
Because the people like us they always tend to suck.
Because no one cares about a man, nobody gives a …
Because I am angry about this, this is all I have in my guts
We wait for the windows to open, but there are no doors to be shut.
I am selling myself, call me a man slut.
Everything seems great, yet there is always a “but”
This world has never been enough.
Still you’ll call me a “Pussy”
And say that I didn’t have the balls
To face out my fear, just when the duty called.
I confess I can’t, I have tried a million times.
But sometimes millions are not enough,
There is always one more try.
Let’s just say that being sarcastic is a part of my protection.
Because I have been this way to be a part of natural selection.