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.

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