Bleeding Petrichor

Do you know about them lazy mornings?
When your bed is your temple?
Yes that..today was that.
As I woke up..summers blew the monsoon winds
As odd as it was... I could feel happiness crawl over my skin
And I got up, regular blues..
It is my regular visitor, and yours too
Now as I come clear under the morning sky, I loved it as it was...
It was special I wonder why
So I shriveled as the cold breeze cuddled my cheek
And I left for work,
Nothing in this world was left to hurt
Till I saw her..
And here is how my story goes down,
I saw her banged up and head open.
Her vehicle lying right alongside mine,
That tension, that rush, that fear
I have never felt in my life.
The road that was stained red
And that's when the petrichor bled.
I knew I had to do something
So I clench my fingers, as the friction stops everything.
The time that was supposed to be light speed just stood still,
My feet start running towards her... I am scared but I wonder why?
Is that the fear of losing a life?
"But I don't even know her, why should I be the one to help?"
Because no one else also knew her and she was all there by herself..
I ran, I ran, a simple distance which felt like a light year...
I got down on the ground, started tapping her face...
"What is your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
Her lips were moving, her lungs made the strength
But her words didn't reach too far.
There came two more people
‌Who came to change her fate.
The way to the hospital was not long,
But my trembling hands sure felt the weight.
I am crying out of fear inside,
But I have to be strong..
Because if I break down,
All the right I want in life, would be all the more wrong.
So she was in there..we were out..
But I couldn't help but think about what all the people that didn't come to help had to say
"A girl should never drive"
"Why do you drive when you don't know how to"
Right then, I lost my faith
I do not have the courage to go back to meet her,
I believe life is not fair.
When she is struggling inside, people talk..
I wonder why they call it intensive care.
I think about it if I did it to make everyone else proud of me.
That wasn't true.. I did it for her sake, and for the sake of humanity too.

Running Mascara

Besides losing everything you have ever gained, it is that time of the night.
The one where you hide all the scars and all the thoughts that you think make you feel ugly,
Actually they are not so bad at all,
‘cause if you look at the news, the people in it will make you take a fall.
“There is no point in staying here” you declare,
Yet you are still here.
That is the problem with us, barking dogs seldom bite,
We know the difference but all the wrongs seem just too right
The length of the fabric disguises the truth
But you are naked to the world.
With the running mascara, you are a broken girl.
And it is okay, we have fallen down like toy soldiers,
Crying, looking for a shoulder.
Don’t think you are the only one.
Everyone seems happy, but not one is.
Because if everyone is happy,
Moon would be in the middle of where the sun is,
So I get it, everytime you take that whiskey down your throat.
The warmth eases the pain, the rush keeps you insane,
Hence you don’t give a crap, what others think and you shouldn’t listen to them.
But what you need to do…is you need to take a look.
In the mirror, as your world crumbles with that look that you took.
The red eyes and dead lies are off the hook
And the happy ending isn’t there at the end of the book.
You cry for a shoulder, look to your side,
Look to your back, look in your head.
Look at all the happy memories,
They’ll vanish if you are dead.
Look to your parents; look at your friends,
Just give it a look, and try to make amends,
Look at the troubles, all of them you have left behind,
Now turn your face back to the future…
Never to look behind.
Now look at yourself, will that look ever change?
Because it is too easy to give up, “Not to” is strange,
Look at your eyes, the depth as an ocean,
Look at the pupil dilate, as the love approaches.
I’ve been looking for my answers,
They hide in this world, and truth is what I seek.
“I spy” every single one, You are the same as me.

Other Side Of The Bed

This World Lacks Love,
Like a glass shattered from a windowpane
I wonder why they call it window “pain”
It has the sense and the confidence to drive us insane
To a road entitled to thorns and deceit
Yet, love is what you seek
You may not speak of it.
 But I see it, in your eyes, in your walk.
Like a life longed by the dears of those who have been departed once they are dead
Like a lover longing for a beloved on the other side of the bed.
Hence you are lonely, but you are not the one and only.
We are all victims of this cause.
In this world of hatred, all we find is love.
In a dog, that prances upon your soul when he gets a glimpse of you come home.
In a mother, who is now carefree as you told her you love her on the phone.
In a father, who is proud but never shows.
In a friend, whom you love and he knows.
In a lover, who brought out the best in you..
In an enemy, without whom you can never dream of dreams coming true.
In a stranger, that smile he passed while passing by
Maybe that is what you needed in your sick and greedy life
To have a happy day
Out from this mundane routine,
Because Happiness is what love is..
That is why it can’t be seen,
It is a contagious disaster that needs to spread.
That should be viral around your lungs, your body, your soul and through your internet.
Maybe tomorrow you’ll reach out to the one standing beside you
Because this world lacks love,
No one knows this more than I do.
Spread love, because everyone deserves it,
Spread love, because everyone is worth it.

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.

PAWNS OF WAR.

Once in the land of black and white,
There were destined to be two kings.
Happened to be opposites of what the shadows used to sing.
The royalty was in their veins and the scars were theirs to show
But then someone would dawn upon another, that is a mystery we had to know.
The era was broken and so were their minds,
Being opposites seldom show similarities.
Because a proud mind can be easily corrupted,
With the concept of differences and duality.
The days came near and the nights went black,
There was nothing but alarming fire,
The devil would howl in the wind as we could sense the king's desire.
He drove himself to the road to insane, where destiny was blinded by the light
The sense of truce was far begone and the lightening caused the mighty fright.
It was the war of riches that the poor fought,
One had to win the war.
Because they pledged their loyalty to the knight who wasn't in a shining armour.
Once the war tends to roar, every sound became a little calmer.
There was chaos in the blood, and solitude with the resting dead
The mirrors seem to fade in comparison to the swords that have been painted red.
I pity the fools who march to kill, the world has lost its will to live,
When all one has to do is survive, with each breathe we take, there is a toll that we give.
But what does the king have to do? Sit there on the throne with his ass going numb.
I guess this is what we call "kingdom come"
All the knights, the rooks, the bishops, the pawns have lost their souls
Before the cries of the death even surrounded this place
I guess this is what we call selling the soul to the devil,
He has more than one face,
The cries were over now, the calm was found in the chaos and misery
The pawns bled to death, hope to be written as great in history,
This doesn't happen, none of it will ever exist,
Because the good were killed first, and evil still persists,
The dead march to our minds and scream. And take our souls,
Our cries turn into whispers, as our body loses control
The war took all and gave none, we lost our pride there.
The war is won by the demon and blood of the innocent was to bear.

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.