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.

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.

What Happens Next

Have you ever done something that you never thought of?
Have you faced all your demons? How many of them have you fought off?
Have you done something thinking it is for the best?
Have you ever driven east when you were supposed to go west?
How many times has it put you to test?
It is not just an expression...it is the habit of what happens next
Have you ever looked at someone and got your heartbeat racing?
Your pupils dilated…vision goes numb with all what you’ve been facing
Oh that look in your eyes…that solace in your ear
That rhythm of your mind..like it is never supposed to disappear
There are times like these you should realize you have taken a fall
Because at certain times, there is no one left to call
You just think back to yourself...”can there be somebody else?”
Where your brain going insane replies “not at all”
It is the part where you get all the numbers that vary
Because what happens next is actually really scary
Because there is not a day when your heart won’t ache
If you don’t see their face
Because there is not a day where all the blood that sticks to your head, it makes you feel like you are going insane.
All your friends start to worry..Family doesn’t understand
“What has been happening to him?” “I guess he’s way out of hand”
Yes this is a tale of a 15 year old…everyone has gone through the same shit and so the story has been told.
Those were the times of the limitless anxiety and the stupid way of our life.
Those were the moments where this was our biggest worry if she would even say goodbye.
It is funny to me how we used to be
I guess that is the beauty of adolescence.
It makes all the pain go away.
Because there are times like now where we drown and honestly our memories save our day.
It just doesn’t matter who you fall in love with that makes it vary.
But what happens next is really very scary.

How To Lose Your Pride

Did you get the idea from what the title suggests?
It is not our soul but our mind that has been put up to test
Because every time we speak, there is prejudice
Every time we deny, we are doomed whether it is
What we hear or what we see
It is the demon that keeps us isolated from society
Because there are eyes on what we do
There are people like us who can’t get through
Because we have a reputation to maintain
Honestly, the reputation is just a mask to hide the pain
“oh my god, what are they doing, don’t they have any manners”
Is what they say every time they see us.
But trust me we are living a better life and a happy one and they are just happy that they’ll never be us.
We are happy but not for the world
Because according to them there is nothing more to a boy and a girl
I do not blame them, what can you expect
For they had a generation where all females were rejects.
No matter how much you try to change.
No matter how happy you are
There will always be people who will bring you down to expose all of your scars
We have been taught to fight the world, live for our right with our head held high in the sky
But what can we do if the teachers are wrong but our morals are strong, do we fight or do we die?
I guess we’ll have to learn that ourselves because we have been treated like shit
Because we can be taught but not be tamed, not by the sanity of hypocrites
This generation is destined to grow as proud as lions
They have the hunger of knowledge
But pride is the only thing we swallow here
Just to get some solace.
Look up to the sky, I guess we lost our pride for the best
Only to rise from the ashes just like a phoenix.

ON YOUR MARKS

                        When you opened this page, what did you think you’d see?

Bright lights shining over your head or what you dream to be.

Since the title suggests you to get ready..

Well you are in for a ride,

Brace yourself for something that has been a nightmare,

A demon in your life.

We all looked the same way, but no one had a clear vision.

Especially when society judges you on the basis of some superstition

We are getting degraded and lost and our mind loses control.

One more rope tied to the neck, one more body with no soul

We are always told to compete, enough to embrace hate,

Well life is wreckage but who are we to debate, 

Sitting at the back of the benches, memories were made.

Standing with friends outside your class, all the games that you played

There was this love in your life that we are all ashamed it existed.

But unlucky are those people who stuck their eyes somewhere else and just missed it. 

There is a writer in you; an artist who drew; a singer who sung; an actor who loved.

There are things that you always wanted to be 

Because every time I think about all my chances I let go

A sad image of me in the mirror is all I see

I don’t want to be filled with regret. I want to be filled with harmony.

Because we have been in this race for way too long.

We have been scared way too much. 

We have lost our pride, lost our sight

Lost our will and our way to love.

Because a single set of numbers cannot determine what you will be

There are always things that you need to do 

In the perfect time, you all will see. 

Let’s just be victims, embrace ourselves to the stars 

‘Cause shining is what we are made for; let’s take it all too far.

We have been hurt way too much, let’s expose our scars.

Because nothing is based on our marks.

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