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.
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.
Testing my waters is going to be of no help,
When you don’t know how to swim.
I have learnt one thing in life,
The real victim will always be dying for the truth to come out,
The culprits will always have a group to hide it behind.
One can feel like a mastermind,
Trying every whim with every sullen desire,
Inaugurating chaos and sliding through it like a snake,
Escaping every sight but keeping prying eyes on every person around,
Who believes a lot in make,
Trying to be a leader, showing facundity hiding ruthlessness,
A raising voice howsoever slight can he try to always suppress;
The mischief committed,
The people harmed,
The hearts broken,
The minds disturbed,
In his falsity he never did falter,
Trying to look like a saviour,
He proved to be my and many others’ halter.
“Shed your filthy facade damn it”
Even if I shout, cry n show angst,
He will say that I am just throwing a fit;
People like this have many accomplices around,
to which someone mentally weak feels bound;
But here I am and the universe with me,
How much more can he make me lonely?
To a loner who stays with the universe in touch,
That filthy mastermind can’t cause harm much,
No matter how much a sick person keeps it curtailed,
Universe has its own way for the truth to be unfurled.