I may be a fallen angel
From beyond the skies
Or a broken star
Burying with silent cries

Clutching onto my wings
Bearing many hurtful scars
Deemed from my own realm
While sentenced behind bars

...The conspirators,
Used me for their deed
I was one of them
Sadly, I was only their need...

Widened sleepless eyes
Searching for my freedom
In a world full of lies
I've lost, a dream kingdom

Slowly a step ahead of time
Walks my death in plain
Looking at my shroudful body
Piercing me with more pain

...Rise to my call
O' kind souls of evil
Let this world fall
I call onto the devil...

In grief and dismay
I shall rest in peace soon
My name has been called upon
To be hanged till death, at noon!


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Some days I feel sad
And most times, I get mad
Laying hopelessly on my bed
Sometimes I wish, I was dead

Some days I feel angry
And puke on my favorite dungry
Even when I am hungry
I sit and flip through my memory

Some days I feel broken
Like the made in China ceramic
Hearing all the blabber spoken
I become a little crazy mimic

Some days I feel lost
Among the blooming tulip meadows
But my day dream just frosts
On seeing strange shadows

Some days I feel wonderful  
But most days, I feel awful
Remarks come as beautiful
When am eating a mouthful

Some days I feel lonely
Missing all those teen days
Now I smile only
Feeling blessed in many ways...


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My knee weakens at the sight
A massacre of the innocent
Parts of their body littered
As few were mercilessly beaten

The explosion seemed a drill
In a located farming area
Where people go and fill,
Water, pulled by a cart carrier

Where children, usually play
While mothers do their work
Making crooked dolls with clay
In garbbish language, they talk

Sadden, broken wailing mothers
Call onto their childs name
A horrific sight, winked at them
Humanity, what a shocking shame

Cradles gone, blood smeared
A mourning torture grimmed
Giggles gone, people feared
Ears deafened with screams

A peacful, happy settlement
Now a testing bound ground
Cruelty of these man monsters
Polluted their calm surround

Ghosts and devils are a myth
When in vision we see men
Horrendous ****** figures
I wander, what they have learnt

Puppets of the money skimmers
Twinted toys of military goons
People killed everyday
See, how they break their rules

Peace is fading drastically
Where civilians relay on their leaders
Fools, they've been made
They are their testing feeders

Rest in peace, O' beautiful souls
Thou it was not your call
I hope these money made figures,
Push themselves and fall!


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Dear Humans,

My cries are unheard
From all around I suffer
Someday I'd be dead
And your life would be tougher

You don't realise a small litter,
The effect it has on me
You have turned cold and bitter
Only a dumping ground you see

If I had a brain like yours
I'd keep things tidy and clean
If I had hands like yours
I'd be responsible, rather than mean

Your selfish and ignorant being
Has earned many followers indeed
Litter lying everywhere unseen
Some stuck in the overgrown ****

I try to retain and maintain my features
But look around, see my ground  
Man with their metallic creatures
Has greatly abolished my surround

My greenery, my forest, my pets
Destroyed, right over my eyes
I seek help, please do not hesitate
Clean up litter, hear my cries

The pollution has reached its core
People educated, yet illiterate freaks
With desire to feed themselves more
And litter, adding towards the ozone leaks

Take actions, before I become a dump ball
Spinning slowly in the vast universe
Amplify my unheard global call
And uplift me from this devastating curse...




Signed,
Mother Nature
Planet Earth



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When my night, is your day
Do you think of me?
When you see someone alone
Do you at times picture me?
When it rains at night
Do you even miss me?
While eating out at the restaurant
Do you glance at our favorite spot?
Do you still order our favorite food?
Do you still take that route back home?
I am just imagining our times together
How it used to be...
Watching the sunset till the stars came out
Embracing the moments with each other
Now, I feel like a fallen bird with damaged wings
Writing songs, with no will to sing
Glancing at my phone as if it rings
Hopeless tears of sorrow, these memories bring
It's not new to break apart
I guess it happens with most of us
If only we could read their intentions from the start
Rather nag, and fuss with our own broken heart
There are people, made of stones
Or they pretend, nothing affects them truly
Until for someone they break their own bones
Whom they love purely
But karma serves without a clue
For painting someone's colorful dreams as blue
Gives them back for what they deserve
They may lose what they intent to have...


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Dark and clumsy weather
Haunts nearly everyday
Am reading through predictions
As few people gather to pray

The elders discuss of the end
Which sound scary and frightful
Nothing would be left intact
As all will be engulfed in a mouthful

Either the earth will part to swallow
Or the giant waves would leach
The winds might develop a mighty tornado
And ****** all lives within its reach

Day by day the ozone depletes
The earth furiously wears away
Blind are the two-legged monsters
Paid to work without a say

Maybe the wise speak the truth
That, of the coming destruction
Everything will be perish and sweeped off
For maybe a new construction!


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Lost, yet losing another battle
Amongst many mannequins
But the agony doesn't settle
Coz the desire ignites more sins

We fight ourselves and give a way
For others to take over the place
Yet mind and heart beg to stay
To compete in the popularly race

Love is such a challenge, for
Mankind to keep it flourished
Most seen and saw many hearts tore
As flushed eyes stare astonished

Slitting wrist and overdosing mayhem
Serve as a culture to those grievers
Sadist rhythm and sour anthem
Twist their minds, forget retrievers

Like a new epidemic leashed out
And the entire planet, a test ground
Goons, gruff and celebrate about
At the new prototype that roams around

Pointing fingers at others in blame
Raising conflicts, to more lethal levels
To brainwash everyone, their only aim
And these are the real devils

Controlled by trotting wealthiers
We're shot with some ridiculous vaccine
Spilled lies, of life based on certain healthiers
Change the channels, in news it's all seen

Yet, believing the media is another slot
They only show the entertainment bit
The reality is edited and maybe reshot
And the channel becomes a hit

Dummies are we, to unknown users
Our daily lives residue normality
How great are these leading looters
Who shake hands to fulfill, formality!


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