Shame, shame, shame
When real life exceeds what we make up
in horror screens
Shame, shame, shame
Those badged with the honour of protector
use their muscles to break, to murder
Shame, shame, shame
Terror and brutality roam the streets
in rubber bullets and pepper sprays
Could it be, we’re living a reality within dream
When can i wake up,
please?
Where does it begin?
My dire need for validation,
longing for absoluteness.
Wilful prayers sent into nights
Lamenting for a single truth
The murder of perception
It is a safe, reliable,
fair, and
cruel world.
In the words
“I knew I was right”
Could there be any closure?
It is like pulsing flame
Held between quivering hands
Delicate, flawless—
I want to have it painted across the sky
Every vibrancy, every shade
Every orange
Yet hesitant, mostly afraid
The tinted glasses, indifferent glances
worse, mistaken invitation
to add strokes to the palette.
We all share the same sky;
Do we see the same?
Torn between sharing a sunrise
or having a nightlight by the bed
This struggle; persistent back and forth
Is what tells me this is different—
This time, this thing
is special
On a stretching hallway of doors
Each one flings into an uncharted
The paths here are lit by the moon
Maps are traced out of constellation
Campfire rises and dances like fireflies
Ah, you keep learning to feel alive
Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
After being mistaken for blindness.
Charity has become a famous symbol,
Leaving the poor into dirty gamble.
Why go out and thrash the innocent,
First, try to make your home magnificent.
Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
Even after you overcame the sourness.
From tons of ways to give back to society,
Make sure only one to notice is almighty.
Time and resources aren’t scarce,
It’s you who’s constantly on a race.
Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
Do it for self regarded highness.
Hope so high that it vanishes the reality,
Keep taking the tough route of anonymity
Who needs your big fat surplus reserves,
They take it to feed those hungry curves.
It is not important — the why
we are the way we are this instance
I, compressing at air
you, taming fire
But our job is not to water down,
mold till we reflect each other
For you are born to be infinite
and I, to paint the city orange in colour
Too bored to stay awake
Too dreadful to sleep
In the between, I lay
Endlessly.
Most are afraid of the truth
Me, the uncertainty
What a scary world it is
If you can no longer trust
The words they swear by
I am a spirit of fire
Trapped in a broken toy
Look how I burn up
The shell is bound to spoil
This kind of Fahrenheit
Not meant to be kept inside
Set it free
Here my beloved home shall lie
To everyone,
Maybe you’re lost and looking for sunshine,
Maybe you’re sad and looking for a smile.
So,
Here I am to tell you,
You’ll get what you want, only if you try.
The struggle will be hard, and maybe you’ll cry.
They’ll try to make you stop,
You’ll have to walk alone.
But remember,
That does not mean you’re going all wrong.
There will come days you’ll see no light,
You have to trust your dreams,
Continue to go on and fight.
For all this as I end now in short I say,
It will never be too dark for you not to stay.
