When the world feels like a flat glass
Slip into your feet and like a kitchen stove
Ignite your own flame
And fill in our own treasure trove.

Music like bubbles
Bubbles inside my veins
My forehead is covered in
Scars, stitches and stains
Cells tremble and shake
In the vicinities of pain
So much is happening but why people are busy
Calculating profits and measuring gains.

Sometimes, I find
This world to be a hopeless place
Nothing is in control.

Every time I see
People are walking in the streets
Wearing thick cement walls.

Some are broken
Walking with cracks
Erupting with volcanoes of lava hot.

They are the ones
Who burn themselves to light up the homes
Of those who are broken not.

The paradox of this world is this,
People who are broken
Get broken even more.

To build up the ones
Who are breaking the ones broke
To build up cement walls even more.

Sometimes I find,
This world to be a hopeless place
Nothing is in control.

Like batteries of phone
We ought to recharge
The universe isn’t a tiny mould
It’s infinitely large

Like bulbs of light
We ought to shine bright
Dimmers are everywhere
They’ll always try to dim your light.

Like a music speaker
We ought to spread our bittersweet tunes
In the midst of races and chaos
We ought to taste the cool breezy afternoons

I have a lot to say
To you

A bedlam of words unspoken
And the ocean of my anguish and plight
Mattresses of panics and fears
That don’t let me sleep at night

Ghosts of bloodthirsty demons
That make me shiver with terrors and fright
A garden of anxieties and clouds of fog
That blinds me, to sunshine going out of my sight

The grip of your poisonous words
Is still choking my throat
I am burning from head to toe
My silence is coughing with the poison’s bloat

Like a frozen winter evening
I feel like a leaf coated in frost
My screams and echoes go unheard
The love I gave to you, now seems lost.

But don’t you worry
Don’t you ever think
That I will attack you the way you attacked me
The way you made me doubt my own eye’s blinks

Even though I have a lot to say
To you
I won’t say it to you

It was not my fault
That I loved you so deep
It was not my fault
That I touched your heart
Maybe you were so frightened to let me in
That you pushed me apart.

Even though I have a lot to say
To you
I won’t say it to you

‘Cause some words are better left unspoken
When all you receive is scars and pain
What’s the use of sharing your tears with someone
Who is terribly afraid to dance with you in the rain

Fogs and floods
Aren’t just disasters
These are sometimes the
States of my mind.

Mostly,
When I fall in love
With him.

But mostly
I end up falling in love
With me too.
Just like Sun after the fogs
And shine after the floods.

Rainy weather
Clouds and grey sky
Green bushels of trees
Dancing merrily
Shaking and swinging
Their earrings, the glinting gems
The droplets of water
My heart is shaking
In the same way