How about we take some god damn responsibility?

How long more are we going to cry
For the world to balance up
Like an empty seesaw on standstill
Shhh, no one moves

For people to be this, but also that
Never mind it contradicts
Never mind that we are all the same—
Balls of wool herd to either sides of fence

How long more will we fall
And blame the ground for the bruise
Accuse the crowd of pushing;
Our parents, for giving us feeble legs

We can circle the game of victimisation
Spend eternal inspecting the manual
Or, take some god damn responsibility
and we start living.

(@writteninstead)

Where forgotten dreams go

There’s a place in our heads
where forgotten dreams go
hand in hand with midnight ideas
and drunken resolutions

A bustling place, filled with lace
Everyone’s in costumes
they smell like butter biscuits.
And the tea and the dance never ends…

It’s time to go—
leave all of it at the door!

In fleeting moments of awakening 
you catch a glimspe of it
Like a lens that can’t quite focus…
Sharpening into shapes of reality

@writteninstead

Special

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

(@writteninstead)

Not everyone deserves your kindness

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.

(submitted by @abhibhuraa