In this world filled with hatred and lust
It is difficult to hold on to your principles and do what is just
If war doesn't **** you
Then intolerance must

We live in a world where everything we do is judged
Where the colours of peace are smudged
Where the poor continue to live in their misery
While the rich continue to be engaged in their revelry

We live in a world where governments are hell-bent on showing their might
Even it means curbing a citizen's right
The constitution today has become a joke
Dear policy makers...light it up..
...let everyone see the smoke

We live in a world where falsity and corruption walk hand in hand
Where the truth is stifled
And most are afraid to speak out and take a stand

We live in a world where the youth is consuming drugs
Where poverty and unemployment compels them to become thugs
Where each and every moment there is the threat of violence lurking
Where kids are forced to spend their childhood working

Everyone i meet keeps asking me..
...where is the love?
...where has it disappeared?
And just like the others..
...i simply don't have an answer
Love and peace it seems have become rare commodities now
We mostly find it in books and movies
I find it most in poetry
For unlike the world...poetry doesn't discriminate
Poetry is fair
It gives everyone a chance to shine
It knows no barrier
It knows no borders
It knows no boundaries
It knows no limitations
It aims to please
It aims to entertain
It aims to arouse
It aims to awaken
It aims to inspire
Poetry is what makes life so much more beautiful

To every Sunday
To every birthday
To all the sleepovers
To the future hangovers
To every movie
To every game of ******
To every birthday shopping
To every cake mm the yummy topping
To every cake you bake
To every holiday break
To every game of dark room
To your future groom
To every selfie
To our song break free
To every late night get togethers
No matter what the weather
To every pet name
To every journey on the train
To every phone call
To every trip to the mall
To every coffee
To every Mcd softie
I raise this toast
To you, who I love the most.

As a addict with a pen,
who's addicted to the wind...
The waves mean nothing to me.*
But know this i'm addicted to you
I have tasted your mind
and I cannot forget its flavor.
The first time I kissed you,
I was hooked.
Addicted to you.
I could never love anyone
the way I loved you.
You are my sugar rush,
my ******* bliss,
my illegal high,
my perfect kiss.
I will wait for you,
because I don't want anyone else.

If i'm not a product of my environment,
what defines who I am?
Exactly.
Precisely.
I do not know.

What am I,
without environment?
A matter of circumstance?

Without a ball,
how can I play ball?

Just kicking stones across the landscapes.

Without a concept of the Ocean,
how can I understand the notion?

I only believe in what I see.

I speak English, as my mother tongue -
because I was taught from being born.

If I was born in India, I'd speak Indian,
maybe English too.

Surely this makes me a product of the environment.

How can I know of TV,
but a tribe member knows only of a spear.

What were exposed to is defined by our environment.

Tell me i'm wrong.
Tell me about predestination.
Tell me about the soul if you wish.

I think you missed the point.

If I was born in a cell, I would know only the cell.
I known what I'm shown and that much I can tell,
that i'm surely nothing more than a product of the environment.

Or maybe,
just maybe,
**the environment is a product of me too?

I don't want you to miss me
Like an arm or a lung.
I would miss you like that
If you hated me, if you were gone,
And maybe you'd feel
The same.
But away as you are
Reluctantly,
Briefly,
In love and in faith,
I hope you miss me smaller,
Lighter,
Warmer.
I want missing me to go with you wherever you are
Not like a raincloud or a looming shadow
But like
Like a small love note
A little slip of paper, almost inconsequential,
Something you see and smile and think,
"I'll keep this."
Something you fold up small and slide into the bottom of your coat pocket
And fiddle with whenever you're bored or lonely
And maybe sometimes you forget it, maybe it doesn't always catch your notice
But then the wind blows and in the cold you push your hands
Deep into those pockets
And your fingers brush the thought of me and how I love you
And a smile spreads across your face.
Maybe you take it out and look it over,
And then decide to put it back so that can happen
All over again.
I want you to miss me like that.
I want it to be something sweet and small, something that can travel with you
And never weigh you down.
It's true that I think of you whenever I am sat in silence for more than a moment
And I do the same sort of thing
Maybe too often, maybe too fondly.
Maybe my little love note would be creased and worn
And rubbed a little blurry from the pads of my fingers tracing your words.
But nonetheless
You are so easy to take along with me
The thought of you so warm and comforting and
Light
But strong.
I want that for you.
I want to be easy to hold
So that maybe you will never
Let me go.

I find happiness within a confined box
No one from the outside world cares to knock
This box is to old an brittle
I'm
To wise,
To nimble
To peek out into the outside world

So I sit,
An crumble myself into a tight fit
In a fetal position
With toes tight
Reserved to only an inch
My face stuck in between my lap
My hands hugging my back

Pigeons swarming around my box
I constantly scream
There's not a soul to touch or take
For heaven is where my soul will take