bird's eye view

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.

Lets play pretend, and fake things we cant mend. Oh! look at this gadget I bought , while love was all I sought. Wait, let me upload this pretty picture, with the smile being a permanent fixture. With beautifully rehearsed weddings, dont you love the message you are sending. Let me catch the movie that everyone has watched, to make sure the same way my brain is being washed. Oh did I forget to take that fun vacation, to a tropical island or rather a snowy location. No matter where I go , but a happy face is what I must show. Because everything I do,  I must make sure, the world can view. For hearts and likes is all I need. to fulfill my self worth's greed.

Let there be butterflies,   One more time.... Let there be fireflies...  One more time... Let your heart be filled with hope...  Just one more time.... Let yourself dream a little...  A yet another time... Let them be your safe place...  Just one more time... Maybe it will all be right...  Just one more time... Or may be not...  Who knows...  But dont give up just yet.... Let there be one more time...

Hey there little warrior, lost in the worldly maze.... But don't you forget your purpose , that was not to fight but to create create the beauty no one has yet seen, create the love that has not yet been , and the words that are yet to be  may your writing set them free. for anything you long for, the world needs it more. May you create all that is lacking, because this world is still a work in the making. When things are not up to your desire, don't lose hope for they still carry your fire. Keep doing what you ought to ,  even though disappointments you may face every bit you create can make the world a little better place...

Here we lie in the mess we created, Calling for help!! Asking if all this came unpleaded.. Blinded by the progress... at the cost of the foilage... We sure have come of age... But now our eyes bleed... Cos we only built this cage.... What made us the monsters we were not? Is it religion, politics or some crisp notes... But when your breath is another step closer to death... Would you wanna know what caused this wreck?? Its ok.. calm down.... Take a deep breath.... Its clearing up.... Dont you over react... Or It was him to have broken the pact... Not me..... how can u expect?? But it Doesnt matter what you say.... As you cant clear the sky when it turns grey.... Picture taken from Hindustan Times

about the things that don't work right for the days that look like dark night... hold on just a little more... to walk upright or may be on all four... keep moving,as it is a long battle.... with the things that couldn't settle... when you will look back and realise to have become far and wise.... with the lessons you were taught... by the path that you sought.... it was tough, wasn't it... while you thought you did not fit.... you were right and so was the time... for fitting in was not worth a dime.. in a place that just doesn't feel fine... walk up right away... and keep walking as far as the heart will say... for the things fall apart to make way.... for the ones that will stay....

For all he loved was her curves... That was one of his favorite perves Up n under...  Her arms around him... She was a thunder....  But she dint knew he was a blunder.... For the eyes she wished to talk... Were that of the hawk...   barely giving away a chance...  To feel the warmth in his glance...   Looking for love , far she went...  But all her feelings hard he bent... She realised he was concrete wall...  But she was always ready onto his call...  Cheating herself and her mind...  She had to give up on love of this kind...

Everyday she carried Masks that were a little varied... Sometimes the layers of makeup Clothes with a little fake-up... And Sometimes a smile... That hid what she felt at that while... The perfectly curled up hair... Not much fixing up her fear.... Oh how kohl could perfectly line The eyes that had lost their shine... Walking on those pointy heels Can she choose what she feels!! For the world needed her to be fixed... So that with her clones she could be mixed... The mask made her pretty they told... Never did she knew ,the scars were too alluring to behold...

I ll be the girl standing by your side May be in the last metro or the next bus ride Just as glad as i was offered the seat... But i really worry may be you had the need... May be you were tired too As was I I wonder as to why... You are a person just like me... But life neither makes it for you easy to be.... For every time I am asked to be wary of ur kind A little thought sparks up my mind... Isnt it all a prejudice.... Thinking it all to be wise Maybe i have long been scared... That very little i cared... Just as i want to be assured of my every right... Arent you also fighting a tough fight?? Everytime I struggle for my place... I dont want you to lose the race.... I was told the world needs more of me.... But all it needs is a better you and a better me...

How much she loved her socks... 'cos they kept her warm when the world turned cold.... How much she loved her pillow... for it knew her sorrows her tears and was always there to hold.... How much she loved the smell of coffee... For it reminded her that she was not alone.... How much she loved her favourite novel... 'Cos it was the only place she could always be calling home...