Fake Orgasm!

A generation stuck in blue ticks!
Homes made out of synthetic bricks,

Connections which do not connect anymore,
Well is it the evolution we talked about before,

A generation escaping from everything,
a generation canceling each other in the name of self love!

Love! Okay ! Tinder ! Bumble! Aisle !
Love! Okay ! My place ? Or should your place be fine?

Plastic smiles, elastic fears,
Public roasting , private tears,

I think we all believe there is something wrong with the world,
Is it the world or is it us!
Well keep it hush hush!

We lost our soul to the blue ticks!
We replaced our homes with floral synthetic bricks !

All the smell is plastic and ashes!
Ashes made from the burnt corpses of endless thoughts!

Of course we all love to see the easy games !
We all enjoy, until it’s our turn among the billion names!

Suddenly it’s all agony and pain!

Well bitch! you just did not realise,
You are also part of the food chain!

Sold!

The moment you shut the game,
you draw an end , you cut the same,
people seem to rush,
Well I don’t need to hush,
They go home , to the dreams ,
the moment you ground the profit ,
people seem to draw that out of you,
It’s all because of the game ,
And because you seem to play it ,
It’s all running for the show ,
That’s the cost , that’s the vow ,
The matrix seems to be sold ,
Well , I know it’s a bit harsh!
And it’s a bit bold!
But the matrix seems to be sold!
the matrix seems to be sold!

| Ghost Story |

There are ghosts live in my brain,
its a 4 dimensional terrain,
it goes up , it goes down,
it goes happy , it turns clown,
there are ghosts in my brains,
i love to talk to them ,
they love talking to me ,
its the ghosts I feel for now,
its the ghosts only to bow,
no more sorrow , no more happiness,
its full of engagement, no more recess,
heart 🖤 is a myth , so am i ,
the only realism lies in between the dream and ghosts,
its the facts i love the most ,
its the supernatural that I host.
there are ghosts that took over my brain,
ghosts of people that used to exist ,
reals and imaginaries , feeding on my senses,
there are ghosts that took over my brain,
there are ghosts that took over my brain!

The human syndrome!!

We humans are the most powerful creatures in earthly scale ,
yet we are the most weak ,
attainment is the devils portal,
the more we travel through it,
the more it creates the urge to travel more,
gradually the role of the user and tool is switched,
we get consumed by the very necessity of the tool,
we create .
we become the tool,
we become powerless!
from the heights of connection,
to the depth of isolation,
we alter our persona to attain experiences,
we segregate them from oneness,
we do the sum wrong ,
we color naturals ,
we forget how powerful we are ,
the more we travel through it,
we consume ourselves to ensure our preservation,
we dilute ourselves to breathe a little bit longer,
we become the urge ,
we become anything ,
anything but human!

| The Co-related Questions |

How do we relate to eachother,
is it the blood,
is it the language
is it the flood which made us orphan ,
is it the joy ,the sadness , or just the fun!
How do we become a family !?
How do we move to newer identities?
is it ignorance ?
is it the hate that we develop for our yesterday’s selves?
or is it the greed to be someone else?
something else!
the colours , the flowers ,
the endless snow showers;
how do we relate to eachother?
how do we become someone else?

Water Lily…

The tabs are cleared,
cleared on a truthful note,
Yeah, not everytime we get to vote.
From the coldest days , to the warmest nights,
from the dearest moments to the ugliest fights,
the tabs are cleared ,
the warmth of love has been nullified,
The remains are crude Hatred , just ignorance simplified.
The expired promises , the empty premises,
All has been settled , settled on a lighter note,
thats a different thing , that I could not even vote,

The tabs are cleared ,
cleared on a truthful note,
the anchor s been wrapped, Its just the endless sea of memories,

and my old boat.

only the experience that remains in the disguise of Love.
Its only us remain in the disguise of two different souls.

Im just the remainder of what you refused to take ,

when you left

P.S. I Love You 😊

The Fairy , The Tree and The Rain…!

Once upon a time there a tree and a fairy .They both were old , old enough to not remember how they looked when humans used to ear raw meat and didnt know about ciggerate and wine.
As they lived long , and they loved long , the tree started to think and see the fairy as a tree too.
Its like there were only trees ,
there were only trees.
The fairy could fly , she could fly to the clouds and made the sky rain , the tree cherished , they both cherished.
After some more time the tree could not see the fairy at all, its like it got dissolved in tree’s vision.
The fairy got lost , more and more
the fairy got dissolved more and more.
And oneday the fairy left,
She had difficulties flying ,
she had difficulties with trying .
But she meant to be a fairy ,
she had to fly ,
she had to go by.
The tree could not see that ,
meanwhile the tree got alone,
the tree got dry ,
he could not make rain happen ,
he saw the fairy flying ,
it was so beautiful , it was so old ,
the moment was eternal , alive
he could not keep his eyes open ,
he kept breaking his branches ,
just to keep his eyes open!
just to see the fairy dancing ,
He remembered ,
The tree remembered his friend,
He remembered the rain ,
He was in pain,
but he remembered the sound of the rain,
the smile , no not all of it gone in vain,
some Icebergs still not melted,
Heat was not enough,
the hatred was not enough,
It rained ,
It rained again!

Love but Words!

There was symphony ,
there were words,
there were laugh,
there was joy
Words of Love ,
Love for words,
Love !
Isn’t that enough?
Would you believe if i say It isn’t!
Would you believe if i say It is!
isn’t words enough !
Are they !
The meetings , the silences ,
the emotional expenditures ,
the roaming evenings ,
they all get layered ,
Senses make us human !
We are human afterall !
words are loud,
Only words are loud!
Thats what is enough!
War of the words ,
Love , sliced, beheaded , humiliated on the tip of swords.
Word remained,
only word got retained.
Before that ,
there was symphony ,
there were laugh,
there was coffee ,
there was Love.
would you believe if I told you words are enough!?
Would you believe if I said they aren’t!?


P.S. ☝️❤️👉

| | Before Sleep | |

And then you realise ,
you realise its pointless to run anymore ,
actually it was pointless from the beginning ,
its just that you realised it ;this late,
the pain , the joy ,the pleasure , the claustrophobia,
its all just other drugs , its all meaningless,
The people you love ,
the people who loves you,
They all are just mimicking something,
which illudes them to feel alive.
Well, they are , they are alive ,
I am , I am alive .
deep inside the ocean ,
a million mile long water whispering to your heart ,
Its ok to die now , you can stop beating ,
No more fights , no more screams ;
no more hopes , no more dreams ,
you have tried , you have tried it all,
its time to sleep , sleep ,
the million milestones those you couldn’t find ;
Its ok to forget them .
It doesnt matter now ;
Nothing matters now .
lets not get up today ,
lets not love today ;
Lets not make anything out of anything anymore ,
Lets not live today ;
Lets not live today ||