Saturday, 20 May 2017


Watching the last ray of hope
Flickering away into the nothing,
That last tiny bit of the souls
Fading away into the abyss,
I watch, astonished
What has the world come to?
Humans there are, humanity, no trace
Stubborn are the hearts, have lost their grace
What made them superior,
Has brought them down
From the realm of the skies
to beneath the ground,
These humans today,
Are nothing but the wild beasts,
Unleashed into the daylight,
Crawling in the midnight,
The monsters within them
Hiding behind the masks,
As if there was a masquerade,
Going on till eternity,
There lies deception, the fallacy, the facade
Trying to reach perfection, idealizing the regard,
The flames of passion are fuming within
The evil has conquered, the mighty sins win,
Pretentious they are, dead inside
Poison surging within, they walk beside.
Ah, humans they call themselves, humanity they speak,
The souls are trapped in the dark, the hearts are weak,
Weak enough to feel the pain, covered with lust,
humanity that there once was, turned ash and flew with dust.

Sunday, 7 May 2017


Let’s take another round of the battling hearts.
 Let’s look deep into what really smarts.
When the heart is weakened, when the spirit is down,
You need to put back, on your head, that crown.

Sometimes your heart feels hollow. You look at yourself and you're just not enough. Sometimes the society lets you believe that. You feel you lack something or maybe even everything. Because to you, the society appears better. Everyone appears better. Sometimes your ears are just yearning for someone to tell you something good about yourself. Sometimes when you walk among a group of people, you feel invisible.

Because the flaws of others aren't that bad but you, you're flawed to the very fiber of your being. Maybe you feel worthless. Maybe you feel you have all the things but they are just not enough.

Maybe there is a flaw that people notice way too obviously. Maybe that's not the case. Maybe you're the only one aware of that flaw.

Here's the thing about us humans, we have to believe what we hear. We are strangers to ourselves. In the reflection that stares back at you, if you look really deep, there won't be recognition. There would be questions, there would be labels.
Sometimes even when someone tells you that you're worth it, you feel incomplete. That they are just saying that to make you feel better. Because they are your friends and they would like to see you smile. Sometimes you just want an opinion of a total stranger, sometimes you wish to read minds. Sometimes you just need a certain someone to affirm that. And a lot times, the world doesn't work the way you want it to.

You're bound to feel all low and depressed about life, doesn't matter if you're a teen or an adult. You're bound to feel scared and worthless. But you need to snap back out of it.

If people can't see your worth, they are not worth it. If no one has told you how pretty you are, doesn't mean you're ugly, it means the right eyes haven't spotted you yet. In all those flaws of you, lies your perfection. You're not supposed to make yourself perfect through plastic surgeries or in games or even your fantasies. You have to realize you're complete or on your way to completion the way you are. God has carved you with love, He has made you beautiful, He has made you complete. There is no need to strive for perfection out there, there is not a perfect version of you, you don’t need to create the perfect you. YOU ARE THE PERFECT YOU.


In the sky rose the screams, The shrill wails roared, A drop landed on the soil, Another, And another, A blotch appeared, As if...