bird's eye view

I am upto no good tonight I might say things that are right For things that aren't I might take up a fight I might say things That are hard to believe Because they wont Come through a sieve You might hate me When i m done But wont that be Unusually fun Because the things I have in my mind Arent so kind They are sick Of all thats wrong And i m listening to A sad song But dont mistake me For an activist For i am not , Yet i wish for certain things I would hv fought. But right now i ll Pick up no fight As i am upto No good tonight

Tonight, it bothers me that stupidity comes free And wisdom, doesnt grow on a tree That the littlest brains Have the widest mouths That the world only Listens to the uncouth. Tonight, it bothers me, That the world is absurd, With everyone Following a herd . Nobody asks where are we headed Yet The one who tells Must be beheaded. Tonight, it bothers me That to be accepted You've got to be insane, Even if it hurts You must bear the pain. How can you question Their old beliefs Do you want to snatch away Their only relief? But it doesnt bother me everyday Because life is a rut In which I must always stay Yet I cannot bear this plight Thats why It bothers me tonight!

For the moments that allow you to be thee, For the sounds that trigger glee. For the clouds that touch your face, For the hearts that accomodate, when you are left with no place . For prayers left behind , By the ones keeping you in mind. For the bright wintry sun,  For the words that warmed you , When there was none . For your breaths you could hear, Assuring the life you hold so dear. For the times your heart did beat , Reminding you of your every feat. If not for these ,  what would become of ye Maybe not worse ,  but any better will you be?

And one of these days , I ll be gone. Gone without a warning , Gone without a sound. I ll be gone far , Before i am found . U might wonder... What was the exact moment, I chose to leave. Was it sudden ? Or was it a plan i did weave? But it wont matter . It ll be late before you notice, the missing sound of the voice. Long before you realise , Absence of those waiting eyes. When i ll be gone , things will be the same... just like any other day . Sure i ll be gone , Just not today....

What is there to be afraid of ? Monsters have turned into people, And people are not scary . Scary are your thoughts. Things that you used to be afraid of Are no longer alien They are the People , Situations and Memories . Of course there are no fairies , Yet they exist in the fears You conquer so easily . Things you wanted to hide from , have met you in the places unexpected But you didnt hide , You met them face on. What else is left that you fear ?  Nothing , Except your thoughts That dont always stay as clear .

Will you be a warm concoction of words , or will you be composed of jargon of nerds ? will you carry a sarcastic vibe , or will you be a rhetoric jibe? will you be able to carry what I want to express , or will you be just a means to impress? will you be understood literally, or will you be read between the lines, finally? will you meet a thunderous applause, or will they point out some silly flaws? whatever you may end up being... you will always be a precious thing For you are a little part of me that these words have set free.