Month: May 2015
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