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.
I hope you understand me by listening to your inner voice
Like I did for you
Without paying any heed to any outer noise.
Sitting on an armchair
Besides a coffin
You’d think there lies your whole world
Silent with thoughts absurd
Yet in the priori
You’d fortify them with your pontifications
While the same world left the whole life
bereft of love n unheard.
Your furious tongue slithering though my neck,
From here to there,
Touching me at places
Was burning my desire like hell,
Peaking my arousal
Rushing the adrenaline through my veins
Making me feel lost
Under your sensual spell.
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.
They did not listen,
They never could..
Not that they were deaf
Their hunger was more important
They ran together in hundreds
Having no hearth to live in
Didn’t strike their mind what they could
And keeping a distance from their brethren
Was what they should.
Grief of death was big
Grief of living was bigger to contain
You live in beautiful houses
Spending time in luxury
You can understand that perception
It’s hard to feel their pain.
Life feels strange.
Really strange…
I have not found it any other way;
Where you succumb to the daily hassles
Waking up every morning
Not knowing why you did so,
You become a magnet to robotic tasks,
Doing every single thing,
That you are supposed to do,
Be it expected by society or you.
You think that who do nothing
Are just useless n meaningless,
But do you realize that those same people
Are just doing what they want
And are not being played like you in a worldly mess?
Life is an opportunity for a few
Whose death they feel is nearing
What you do daily?
Just wasting it doing stuff
others find endearing?
You just waste it
Thinking that you have got eternity here
Living a meaningless life
Leaving everything you want to do
While in a wrong direction streering.
A part of me feels guilty for being this much privileged,
A part of me really grateful for the same,
A part of me wants to be of immense service to others,
A part of me too emotional
In search of love fulfilment,
digging all the parts’ grave.
Before I begin to think that you are insomniac,
Let me remind you that you slept twice yesterday.
-Brain
