Indefinite mortality.
Carte blanche
An alien’s vantage point.
I have been on this planet for a while now
Humans are weird. It’s a World of mad cows.
I still don’t understand human relations.
This rock is divided apparently into something called as nations.
People take pride in petty achievements
Their verbal communication is vulgar and indecent.
They are ruled by people with no formal education.
I have seen these wheeled vehicles, driven by them. Boy! Do they lack patience?
I sit here on a ‘street’ waiting for it to rain
But it’s sunny and my wishes drain
It’s funny to see them even make an effort for something quite materialistic
How often do they cry on loss of property than life , isn’t it fantastic?
This nature of humans intrigues me
Their insanity as wide as the sea.
They find faults and blame others
Meaningless victories. Why do they even bother ?
Is aggression always the answer for them?
Or is it true that they like the mayhem?
Chaos is an illusion for their creative minds
Still they fill the void with filth of all kinds
They don’t understand how much it means to be there for another being
To care and to get them back up on their feet. It’s not a comic movie that one should be seeing.
Portrayal of a perfect life
By an egoistic human who fights every night with his wife.
Masking their frowns with a joyous face
Shameful display. Isn’t that every body’s case?
The ones who kill are the ones who have already died from within.
Brutality is done by their own. Some build empires while others bring them down. For example: The twin.
Though there is hope for these confused beings.
If they let go of their demons and give their life a whole new meaning.
The big box paradox
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You lose yourself and let yourself off the ground.
But no matter how grounded you try to be , “you” are nowhere to be found.
Imagine a big box.
When you’re in it time stops. No clocks.
There’s a world for you to create.
Closed book
Lights
When they didn’t worry about their hearts on their sleeve.
All anyone tried was to not get eaten by tigers.
Rays of sun were the only hope
Darkness at night, around the globe
The rivers flowed just fine
No electricity no gas line.
Then Here we are trying to reignite
Making the lights around us shine bright
Letting artificiality lure our fascination
Dimming ourselves while waiting for salvation.
These Pretty bright things wipe away the darkness
But also brighten up the shadows when the sky seems starless.
I couldn’t gather myself to think about a world without light.
Epiphany. The world was within me. Finally! An insight.
The fascination explains the need for answers
The darkness within is what makes us light up the lanterns.
The colours that light up seem mystical
While Adam and eve seem mythical.
I’d like to believe there exists a world without black.
But then again what’s the point of lights if the world lacks black?
Lights make one see clearly
Help Humans and their cavalry.
Masks.
Delirium
I knew a girl who had her head held high up to the world
She lost herself to her insecurities and bid goodbye to her self-esteem.
Promises made, expectations raised as twisted as her curly braid
And then they lived in denial of all that they vowed upon
Denial, a curse in her eyes kept her awake till dawn.
“Together, forever.” Words of the ones who said they’ll never leave
Hypocrites left her with wearied eyes, some tissues and her sleeve.
Beliefs and trust led her to apathy. The prize she won were her tears of grief.
She was called ‘young lady in agony.’ Her face now seemed like an autumn’s dry leaf.
She lost hope. Her hopeless eyes were as gloomy as an oil lamp
Drenched in her own fears, her clothes were now a little damp
She got addicted. Not drugs, not alcohol but a book
Carried it around, sniffed it. Did not care about the glances and the looks
The look that she wore was of a helpless soul
Who tried to cover it all up with dark kohl
A man of wit, fashionably dressed
Who praised her perfect imperfections
To him, she confessed
Later, she could not handle the rejection
She now never believed everything will be alright
Those days were long gone when
The shining light could be seen in her eyes
And she thought the shivering nights had died.
When her heart was melting and her eyes were brightening
Depression could be felt in her reflection
She could do nothing but cry
And empty thoughts slowly killed her
No one could ever explain why