Need to unfuck..

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.

Heart to heart.

I hope you understand me by listening to your inner voice

Like I did for you

Without paying any heed to any outer noise.

Dogmatic defilement.

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 spell.

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.

Miraculous tragedies is all she knows.

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.

Why not??

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.

Poverty hits different.

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 of majority.

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.

Internal conflict.

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.

Brain talk.

Before I begin to think that you are insomniac,

Let me remind you that you slept twice yesterday.

-Brain