To Himself –
Pitter-patter the drops fall
On the ground of human whose ego so tall
Squeeze the nature, Pour in your plates
Eat half, half in waste
How pleasant the sound of rain
Let it touch your skin, it may clear your stain
I can change this world!
I thought for once
They stole my eyes, buried in bones
Million pictures in tears
Heart so heavy no one caught a grip
I threw it away, my mind is on a trip
And she sits by timid body hair so heavy
Seems so close but away
Sync her eyes to mine
What is the material of your spine?
Smiles? Smiles at me
Mocking? Or just naïve
Is she devil in disguise?
To her –
Hey girl why do you write and sing by the night
For the world of hoax faces and stubborn sight
They sit in the dark for hours and call it light
Their claws wide open you cannot fight
Hide hide they coming for you don’t walk fiercely authentic
Nobody is here to dance in your attic
They will tear everything apart and ravage your garden
Then to this world, you will be a burden

Her to him-
Their minds bewildered
And hearts shattered
They put on the mask
The world created for them.
They wobble their soulless bodies
hither and thither
Seeking the light they once lost.
Such trivial beings
Unloved and unwanted
Minds crammed of perplexed thoughts
Yet mouth stays shut
Trying to negate all the possibilities
Disregarding all subversion
They stand alone
Waiting for dubious adoration
In a world so dark I choose to be bright
To make a gesture or sacrifice
Until I breathe
I wish to be kind

To himself-
My eyes have been restless before
So eager to find peace
I did not know it lied beneath.

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