Teenage

As a species, us humans cannot agree on much
Yet across all cultures, all races, all wealth gaps and such
We’ve collectively decided that our children, we must cherish
Even in prisons, those who hurt kids mysteriously perish

Children are innocent, mischievous and cruel
Your sadness are their tears; your frustration is their fuel
We can never relive our own childhoods,
The feelings of experiencing the world, differentiating the bad from the good
Those days are lost to the eternally ebbing tides of times

But there are children today, living in a different world, living the same lives we did all those years ago
Slowly learning to learn, live and grow
Our only responsibility is to take care of the seeds we sow
Time takes care of the ebb and flow

Hate, Misogyny, Discrimination,
Racism, Casteism,
Murders and Crimes,
Highlights media, newspapers, and articles,
Summing up to the term “Hopeless Humanity”

I mindlessly watched as arrows slaughtered their rights and lives,
And I knew I could not make a difference,
For the 8 billion,
So I sat silent and watched,
As tears streamed down from my hopeless eyes.

I couldn’t light up this dark tunnel,
And slid down, hopeless,
I sank into the darkness, giving myself away.
Afraid to stand up.

I was hopeful at first, lost my grip to the end
I was motivated once, then put down by many
I waited, hoping for a miracle
To change this hopeless humanity

I heard voices as I kept sinking,
Voices of the buried:
“Raise your voice, As we did once
Don’t let their words bury you
Let them spur you to stand up and fight back”

And so I swam to the shore,
Lit up the darkness with the little hope I had left,
Ready to rise and stand up,
Not alone, but together with many injured yet hopeful others,
Ready to change hopeless humanity.

It was raining
It was raining so loud,
I was searching a shade
Then I saw you,

You gave me a warm smile
And It said,
”Don’t come, It is raining here too”

She was afraid of the human touch
As it made her weak
To feel it again
In another day,

Then it slowly entered her veins
And filled her heart with desire of hope
Then it shattered her suddenly
By leaving an empty note.

The world is a place
The world is our home
So why do I hear people
Shout and moan?

You shout about this
And shout about that
But never
Do you do anything

This world feels like
It’s drowning, but all we do
Is stand and listen
Never doing anything

But all we do
Is shout and moan
This place
That we call home.

Stop hate on
LGBTQ+
Gay, OK
Bisexual, OK
Lesbian, OK
Trans, OK
We’re all the same
Just different

Love is one of the best yet worst feelings a person can experience.

Since love cannot always bring you joy,

for it can give you sorrow and pain.

It can either fill that hole in your heart,

or widen it.

Some say you are lucky to fall in love,

others think you are a fool.

A fool so desperate to feel love that you’d put yourself through all that torture and pain,

just to have that slice of happiness.

Just to live in that temporary serenity,

even though you know that voice at the back of your head is right,

the voice that screams

“This will not stay forever”.

But you do not listen.

For love makes you blind with stupidity.

And you don’t really realise how desperate you were ’til love leaves you behind,

searching for a new victim to break.

It’s an illness,

Inside, all around, it defines me

It’s invisible to a certain degree

It’s been a part of me since I was three

I’ve tried to put it under lock and key

Anxiety

It’s an unwanted gift from society

It’s undeniably

A part of me

One day it’s going to crush me

So go ahead and shun me

But I’m telling you

It grew when I was two

It’s impossible to undo

Kinda like the flu

But it’s stuck to me like glue,

It came from out of the blue

I didn’t have a clue,

Why was it still there when I grew?

It’s either me or this flu

Yeah, in the end, it’s either me or this flu

They say it’ll go away

But I know

Forever it’ll stay

And put my life at play

And change the shape of it as if it were clay

It’ll turn me into a slave

All I can do is pray

To be brave

And not become it’s prey

I know that until my hair turns grey

It will stay

If words could kill
like the viper’s sting
just think of the men
who would be dead
tonight.
I mean the words
that hurt the feelings,
words that have no healing,
the things you say in unjust spite
simple, short words with evil might.

Now just suppose your best friend died
from words that made good men blush.
Her life was nothing, just a hush.
Would you learn the lesson?
Would you think of what you say
every month, from June to May?
Would you say the hurtful things
that hurt like rocks from a sling?

You know,
words are what make man afraid
words are what make friends no more.
So would you say those bad words
that give you wicked pleasure.
Would you risk the love of another
to depart and find another?

Just imagine

if words could kill
how many men would be dead,
tonight?

lulling, rocking, sultry night
seek my hand in cold waters
brush your air through my fingertips
bitten pink by teeth glinting milky
as the moon
pregnant she skims the translucent sea
rounded head lolling to sigh
for her yellow sun’s birth
marked by blunt clock’s cry
yellow and pink scribble dark sky
fingers that know not what they will find
pluck my body and leave melting stars behind
dreams tucked between duvets