I exist in a world that's really different,

A world where I don't feel like I belong...

A world where we have to live with the fear and uncertainty that everything; can be taken from us in an instant...

As you can see, I'm terrified beyond rational thought...

All these demons in my mind slow me down as they run deep...

I want to break down my walls and open up,

Angry and sad all the time,

I got tunnel vision...



I try to detach myself from me and attach to someone else,

Ends up being more painful than it seemed to be...

It's easy to lose what you never had,

Warping my mind over the image people have for me...



I'm sorry for all the rage, wasn't born with it...

Trying hard to harness all my repressed emotions as we speak...

I want to extrapolate life itself and put an end to this malicious prosecution of humans...

Our mind is delusional at times, and is too smug by undermining its beholder...



I'm weaving all these thoughts to put an end to my misery,

Find the basic purpose of my existence.



My dear reader,

Life is all about making mistakes and doing things to set them right,

It's a never-ending cycle that we're all a part of...

So, let's strive towards our surreal-like dreams and
Fabricate them into reality.

Step into the mind of a young man
Staying up late night
My mind's a mess living in a world of stress
So let me break it down for you
I write verses to fight my inner demons
Rapscallions everywhere tryna bring me down
Imma keep grinding in a tranquil hell
Till i reach another level i've never been on
The world is enough a hell to be ******
Why curse it further?
During my severed journey in metro rails
I see people with facades of character
Unable to merge with their true mores
No one can recognize me amongst them
Oh! I guess im a stranger to you

All i think about is music
Past memories splash like tidal waves
Gallivanting between my two identities
One fractured, the other to survive
My heart struggling to untether from itself
Now I wonder which is my home...?
This one or the world i dream about..
Now you may leave...
Thanks for sticking around.

Every time i reflect on myself,
I feel like i'm someone else...
I know I stay true to my inner being,
but I'm always
compelled to be a better me.
I keep asking myself..
Is this a facade or an impression
Am I even me?
Am I all that one's meant to be?
Or am I blind to what others see?
Well, i don't actually care what others see
I create and tend to live my life in my own unique way
Being spontaneous,that element of mystery always there..
Maintaining a "positive image", it will inevitably break..
Despite the distance, i think you and i will be fine
In a world created inside our minds,
Blissful and unique.

My body somehow knows
The grief tomorrow holds.
I ache and throb
But I cannot sob;
The urge to cry
Stings my eyes.
My feet drag heavily
In the depths of this valley.
Every year without fail
I remind myself I am too frail.
"You're strong without the numbers,"
Yet I was too weak to pull you from your slumber.
Each March 22nd
Feels just like the 1st end,
When your heart stopped beating
And mine started bleeding.
I'd skip this whole day
But I'd miss the chance to say:
I miss you, lovely little hurricane.
It's all I can do to keep sane.
The smell of mint
Hurts just a hint.
The skinny jeans and hair bows
I could never disown.
I wear your effect  
On my forearm *****.
The pain of loss is akin
To etching you into my skin.
My hands shake with cold,
Though not as cold as a headstone.
Oh, how my body knows
The grief tomorrow holds.

Im gifted and talented in my art
But people keep unrealistically positive expectations from me
Our society is overly attached to the superficial,
All chasing a mirage of happiness and satisfaction
There's no harm in being hedonistic..
But it shouldn't come at the expense of someone else
Asking for a "compromise",talent is shoved down the barrel
Im open with my insecurities, thats why im saying out loud
Be it a man or a woman..
You shouldn't make them suppress their anguish
And succumb to the pressure..
Respect is not something to be demanded
It should be our default mode..

Her name was Molly
She was the eldest in a family of 6 ,
Her dad was an alcoholic and gambler
Her mom sold milk to make a living
She had 2 brothers who were too lazy to work or study
So, all the weight and expectations fell upon her
But she never complained, kept working diligently
She was a silent worker who never asked  for sympathy
She was a role model to her youngest sister
She was quite smart and intelligent,
Beautiful and brave,
She was unabashed and was down to earth
She completed her degree in nursing
Despite financial struggles, lack of support and misogyny
And became a successful nurse
She served people for 28 years without any protest
She taught me to be myself,and the virtue of patience
I consider myself blessed to be her son
I look up to her to this day...
She has sacrificed so much in her life
All she asked ever in return was to break stereotypes
And do things which no one will expect from you
Thank you ,mom for everything..

We've all been cast in a play called life
Some of us are still figuring out what roles we play
Antagonist or Protagonist,
Each one of us is a part of the main crew..
People may come and go..
It depends on your performance
There will be critics as well as fans
Watching your every move
Listening to every dialogue you speak..
We don't know who the director/producer is

But as soon as the curtain is opened..
We have to enact the parts assigned to us
Our performance plays a crucial role in this play
We may chose to leave or choose a different role,
In the end.,
It all comes down to how we continue in the rest of the play...
A blink-and-you-miss-it appearance...