I have seen your five hundred shades of fuckedupness,
But I am sure you have five thousand more,
I’d love to seize the opportunity to know,
Not just for the sake of knowing
But for removing anything about you
From my mind that’s obscure;
Believe me, I don’t want to take your burdens,
I have many of my own,
I just want to uncage you
From the bounds of your own mind,
I want to bury the seeds of love,
Water them with care
So that we can reap the eternal love that is sown.
That one tip tracing my every nerve
Pushing me closer to the heaven
Leaving a trail
Making a map
Of his desire
Over my flushed skin
And ruling my mind
Leaving between us
no gap..
It’s not all about love, roses n sunshine,
If you read about the criminals,
Or observe the veiled
Still uncensored ones
Living in bunglows, penthouses n shrines,
You will see that not all people deserve or can be changed with love,
They need to be beaten till their shit gets out of them,
They need to be tortured as they do to others,
They need to be kept in solitary confinements as they make their victims afraid of society,
They need to be executed on electric chairs, cut into pieces or hanged by throat,
As they are devious n evil for life,
Without any mercy
This is what they deserve,
This is what history, law, and justice opines.
My ancestors were abandoned
While you were in mirth,
You took us like slaves
Right from the birth,
We couldn’t grasp the reason as to why
We are always looked down upon by every eye,
We shine in the strength-physical, mental, emotional but done
when it comes to social, we are the matter of fun,
You jeopardized us
Many ages witnessed
Just because we make
More melanin under the sun??
She stopped believing in miracles long ago,
Even if you will feel like one
She will pass by
Abruptly taking you as an illusion
In an attempt to escape
the possibility of her fears
mirrored by you.
People destroy your life beyond repair
And then expect you to sympathize with their pity party.
Because why not?
Crocodile tears shown afterwards always have appeal.
Soo jagah muh maar ke
Kis muh se idhar aaoge?
Jab main chli jaungi
Fir mere liye bhi pachtaoge.
Not knowing
what’s on going
I know life wants me to keep enjoying
Every feeling
Every impulse I gain
Not wanting me to numb down
Needing me to love everything
Like, love, loss and pain
Stigmatic as I could be
About being so psychic
I know nothing like intuition now-a-days
Feeling free from that heavy load
I am stunned with the sensory relief
Though I am feeling everything
I am unburdened of intuitive grief.
I stopped giving any fuck to you
since the time you discarded me
is what bothers you the most.
Otherwise I would have been the one stalking you everywhere
trying to remind you of me
just like you have been doing to me,
Because you could not see me moving on
And forgetting you,
You wanted to keep me reminded of you,
But believe me anything that could ever reminded me of you was
DEPRESSIVE AS FUCK
And I am seriously not interested in reminding myself of all that stuff
Just to give anyone any proof.
You can be the victim now
Because as always you have more emotional appeal
And I have only repressed anger to show.
Last but not the least
What I deserve and what not
YOU ARE NO SHIT
From whom I need this to know.
I want to love you in ways
That you have never been loved before
And that you have never imagined;
I assure you it will sustain forever,
Even in the littlest of hardships,
I won’t let you feel alone ever.
