All Are Not Equal Before Law.

⁠⁠⁠Hello! And welcome to this damn nation which has been damned for centuries.

Molested, degraded and decimated by different monarchs, be it the present or history.

This nation shall sell what should be sold for the greater good.

Where a man gets stabbed in broad daylight in a blind neighbourhood.

Where the people we chose to rule us has made us their slaves.

Where the rich's mansion grows taller and poor thrives to a cave

Where there are people bowing to a power seeming non-existent.

And even if it does exist, he is the biggest cause of mass murder if I start listing.

So would you call this murder or what you call this religion?

When a person is beaten to death just because he had a different ambition.

Today, the people have found a new god.

Placing the name would be placing the blame but you get what I am saying, I am somewhat afraid of facing the pain.

And thats the irony, there is no freedom of speech, 

When the saints that we follow have nothing to teach

They are the convicts in disguise.

They don't terrorize with guns, they terrorize our minds.

I am proud of this nation, the culture and its past but we keep our doors shut

Because this country is not developing, not until our minds are stuck up in our butts

Because we are scared, that man power will gun down intellect,

Even though words spread like wildfire, not as fast as a bullet would connect, 

We are in this nation where rape is a juvenile act, 

Where it is an everyday news,

Which we just let it pass. 

We worship goddess of our kind, still we rip her to shreds.

Where we tear apart the fabric, thread by thread.

See the look on her face, that face is of disbelief,

Disbelief in country, that there will be no remedy

I'd be lying if I would say it doesn't make me cringe to what has happened today.

"Your god is a rapist" just admit it, but still they'll follow.

Because it is the truth they would swallow.

The intensity of ignorance in this country shows that it is beyond damage control.

Because what these baboons have followed have left us a hole.

So go home tonight, turn your lights off, pray and hope you live another day.

Spend time with your loved ones, who knows, your area might be the next one to decay.

Because in the end, all of this is hopeless and there is nothing left to be said.

All are not equal before the law, as for us, we'd probably end up dead.

BULLY

I have a million dreams in my mind..

But I am bullied by my consequences of the choices that I made.

I have a path and I know how to walk

But there are thorns along the road and I just can’t walk the same.

I have been waking up to this mundane routine every single morning,

I have been thinking of doing something that I should love,

I have been broken a thousand times,

But a thousand times more is not gonna be enough.

Because I have been bullied by the choices I made that in the first place were really tough.

 Ever since adolescence, it took me a while to get to know what was wrong,

I was not the fastest one like all of them,

You could call me the weakest strong,

I tried hard to blend in; I tried hard to fake it through.

When the life that I had been given was actually chosen by you.

It was shoved down my throat while my senses tend to collapse.

I felt like I overdosed on hatred, I tried to get back up and I relapsed.

It was no one’s fault but mine, I was not strong enough.

But all I really know for sure that there were people whom I love,

The people who would be shattered if I was gone,

The people who would lose their purpose if I was lost,

So I decided to get back up and move my own way.

I was done being bullied by the choices I made.

I embraced my choice and I fought for what was right.

I made friends with evil, only to realize he was bullied inside.

I went into withdrawal but it was the sweetest thing to do.

Because life of a teenager was hard for me as well as you.

You may have faced the same situation, a little different version of it.

Where life was a mess and you were treated like shit,

It is alright to look back in the eye,

After all it is for your own good.

Because the devil loses its wings,

Once you look him in the eye as you should.

Trust me and provide your hand to someone who needs it desperately.

Because one day, who knows, your hand will be the one desperate for need.

I am somehow glad I was bullied by the choices I made.

It has been the best life lesson; it made me a better man today.

Weather Down

I am the pain that hides behind your face that glows with a smile.
I am the feet that give up before you could walk a 100 miles.
I am the raindrop that tends to hurt.
I am the winter that tends to burn.
I am the smudge that makes your colour blur.
Even after all this time.
Even though I have been stabbed by a million lies.
I weather down; crumble into pieces, till I can hear no sound.
I turn to sand, slip from your hand.
There is no saving me now.
Like the hourglass is my life, and I slip from the glass
Losing myself tonight.
I am the smile that hides inside your broken heart.
I am the laughter you cherish when we were never apart.
I am the light that tends to fade
I am the debt that is yet to be paid.
Even after all this while,
You never learn to ever stop looking back.
You weather down, hoping someone would come around.
You speak volumes, the sound doesn’t last.
Compared to agony, silence is fast.
There is no saving you now.
It is tough to breathe in this poison as you gasp
This world never lasts.
I have been wondering if this is true,
If silence seems like forever to you too.
Why don’t the dead tell the truth?
Because the lady that we loved has left the throne.
The love we have is accident prone.
And we weather down; crumble into pieces, till there is no one around.
There are only regrets when you are six feet under the ground.
There is no voice helping you to feel the sound.
The drum beats roll over your head and your heart arrests.
The crescent of the moon turn to black and you lie down and rest.
So I hope you find peace in another life.
Because this one was just as bad as you wished you were dead.
Your back is filled with knives.
All we know are somethings called secrets.
So we all weather down, not in pieces but in regrets.

I Forbid You.

THANK YOU CHESTER BENNINGTON

Remember the time when we were young?
Reckless was our mind, careless was our soul.
But in those good times of no trouble,
A kid can have many, where he loses control.
I lost my balance, I stumbled and I fell
Right off the edge,
I realized there was no saving left that is where you and I met.
You picked me back up, made me who I am
When the whole world was outside,
I locked myself up,
Made you a part of my life.
You were the reason for my rhythm on guitar,
The adrenaline to perform.
You made me from nothing to something,
Gave me a perfect form.
I know it seems stupid,
Because we've never met.
But I have known you for a long time now.
Because you lift me up off the ground.
I was sitting in the same room
When the news flashed upon me,
Flashed so bright that I did not want to believe.
“Chester bennington is dead”
How can that be true?
Because I knew that this isn’t something that you would do
Then the reality struck me, calls came like waves
People asking if it is true and if I am okay?
Denial was my shelter, exclaimed it can’t be true
On the inside, I was shattered, heartbroken, sky turned grey from all the blue.
No I am not okay, you made me who I am today,
If it wasn’t for linkin park , my soul would have decayed.
But I don’t think you fully understand the situation, I forbid you to leave
There is this silly kid screaming, “No the legend cannot die”
But this mature man inside pays his respect, hope you find peace in your next life.
But you are alive, more alive that we can ever be,
There is an immortal in our radios, our phones, our TVs, where ever you can be.
Thank you so much chester bennington,
For being there when no one else was.
May your soul rest in peace,
I changed because of you into something from a lost cause.

SILENCE SPEAKS VOLUME

Born in the era of humility, the generation that we are a part of is lost.
The trouble that we are seeking has a cost
And a big one that we’ll have a debt to pay.
Because there is nothing that we need to say
Because the silence speaks volume.
It is the generation of money and flaunt.
It is the time where introverts hibernate while the others step on.
It is not wrong to fly, but what about the broken wings?
When you tend to go high, your body won’t swing,
It will start to fall and no angel will come by
Crash and burn to the ground as you see the dead come alive.
The other people stay still and silent and step in a corner.
Living in their own country but treated as a foreigner.
But their eyes have said enough
Because the silence speaks volume.
You might consider them to be anti-social.
But who wants to step in the dirt knowing this is the worst that could happen to them
It is funny how I am a part of the “extrovert” side but look where it has gotten me?
I am scrapped and dipped in mud,
My life is as broken as it never was.
Being anti-social may have made them feel lonely,
But were they actually lonely?
They had something that will never hurt them,
The music, the sound, the books, the words.
I guess it is that way because it is not worth being “Social”
As we lose a part of ourselves every single day
And we are thrown to the ground, left to decay.
Never should have happened as we lost ourselves somewhere in the middle
And the silence speaks volumes.

Woman Of A Broken Era.

I am a woman.
And I don’t belong in this world
I was supposed to be killed inside the womb.
Because there is nothing worse than to be a girl.
 The day I was born, they looked at me with distress.
Even though I was their daughter, there was nothing but stress.
The faces grew old as the years passed by.
I was loved by everyone,
But wondered, was it only on the outside?
My father held my hand, took me to the park
He made me sit on the swing, as I felt that little spark.
I felt the feeling of being loved.
I felt the feeling of existence.
But somewhere from the dark, there was people standing distant,
Who had eyes on the prize, is that what you call a pedophile?
For god ‘sake, it was just 4 years after I was born,
Are you dead inside?
8 years into existence, my mother took me to my school.
It was great to make new friends.
It was great being a fool.
That time when you think that our biggest trouble was our homework
Loved my life and the people in it, I was feeling star struck.
Adolescence was the age when I started to develop hate.
It was the time of my first love,
For my parents, it was a topic to debate.
The boy felt like wildfire, sweeping through my mind
Every time he was around, sent shivers down my spine.
But mom and dad never got it,
I used to scream at them too.
Never knew they were only worried,
Wanted me to be safe, it was just too good to be true.
Then reality struck me, he was gone in a flash.
I was left broken and my world came down to crash.
But after a perfect time, I got back up to walk a mile.
This made me love my folks more and it made me smile.
But what to do with this country that I live in?
I was growing up.
I was degraded by the people and the hate was not enough.
I went rebellious, as my character was judged.
Because the length of the clothes that I am wearing
Showed the spots where I can be touched.
So I walked down my own path.
Learned to succeed and to cave
When every battle had its scars
That weren’t going to fade.
So I gave up on this life.
Because of this society play.
Tied a rope to my neck
Choked on what they had to say.

Raindrops From Heaven

This life is a gamble, we give or we take
Either we take our chances or rely on our mistakes.
We have been pressuring ourselves for way too long,
It is the only topic left for us to debate.
We have lost ourselves in the middle of
“i don’t wanna go to school” and “I don’t wanna leave this place”
We are all slaves of ourselves.
Looking at each other, our eyes are filled with pity
Having a white collar job and peace of mind with no integrity.
But have you ever tried something that you are not supposed to?
Have you gone crazy and ran and chased yourself like you are forced to?
That is the meaning of life.
It isn’t about being surrounded by assignments and projects
It is about moving out of this glass door, out of these hypocrites.
I do not know which road I will choose when it is time.
All I really know is that it is up to me to choose, not some stupid sign.
So let’s just take off our blazer…Loosen up our tie
Get outside of this air conditioned suffocation
And stand beneath the sky.
When raindrops from heaven fall,
Every soul will synchronize.
There will be a harmony.
A sense of belongingness, even for the ones that have no place to go.
Because for once, everyone will be equal and the place will glow.
The rain shines brighter than the sun and We are the only ones who will ever know.