I say Hi they say Hey
When I walk past them on the way
But that's just a way to be polite
'Cause someone taught me this one thing
Whether you're slave or whether you're king
You should always greet someone in sight
I go on with my day
With the work I have to do
Who am I?
Oh, I don't have a clue!
It's funny that we are being called by a name
And that same name becomes popular when the owner shoots to fame
People expect us to make a change the moment we arrive on this planet
To make another Taj Mahal or write something like Hamlet
So instead of enjoying life, we try to make impress others
Even if that means selling our sisters and our brothers
But what sense does it make if at the end of the day
You take off your happy mask to find your face full of hatred
But that hatred is for nobody else but you
Take an example from your feet and try to fit into your perfect shoe...

Living is a punishment for our past life sins
If you disagree you can throw your criticism in the dustbin
Waking up just to face that ******* all over again
I don't even care if my poems or whatever you call it rhyme anymore
I guess this is the one place I can vent out my anger
I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you by coming in your news feed you can block me you know
But i keep questioning myself
Why live life which is gonna go unnoticed; just gives me more stress
Meh I think I need therapy or maybe just food
Why am i in this lousy mood
Hahah it rhymed up there^
Writing is my only breakthrough
So i wish one day i can look back at this thing and have a hearty life
no relax im not suicidal just having a bad time
and believe it or not writing nonsense feels so good i can actually feel the pressure lifting
it's like a gift he's given all of us, write and feel your mood shifting
there i did it again :D
too a happier life
and the end of my strife

It's my last few days so I've been thinking a lot
Where will my soul go after it leaves my body to rot
Been a good man and a regular  at the church
Renounced my whole life in His search
I'm a Christian so it's the church where I go
But I believe that God is one and not as many as the characters in a TV show
I hope that when I go, I go with his blessing
That I attain enlightenment, I don't care if I go missing
Now I'm on a stairway to heaven
Is His name unique or common like kevin
I'm on a stairway to heaven
I heard the steps are just seven
Yes I will leave my loved ones when I go
But I will look upon them that I do know
His blessing's the only thing I've asked him for
And when I get it I'll feel safe for sure
So I hope when I go I'm blessed
I don't care about the rest
So I'm On a stairway to heaven
Where I pray for the good of my sister Evelyn
I'm on a stairway to heaven
Only one left on the seven...

Packing my luggage for this long journey
I know Satan's my only attorney
Committed more sins than I should have liked
Don't matter if it's a car or a bike
Don't matter what I'm gonna travel in
I'm more worried about the punishment for my sin
I hope there is a strong seat belt
To save me from those ***** of fire they're gonna pelt
Cuz I'm on a highway to hell
And I can definitely tell
That what I see at the end
Is more than a highway bend
I've seen a lot of movies that has shown us hell
Will they deep fry me or my soul will they sell
Will Lucifer have two horns and a long tail
And when he comes in do we have to bend on our knees and hail
If I've committed too many sins will they send me to purgatory
Cuz if they do that'll be a different story
But one thing's for sure I'm going straight down
I've created a big mess so I'm being sent to Satan's town
I'm on a highway to hell
I'm not getting purged by ringing the church's bell
It's gonna be a **** long road
They're gonna torture me, but that'll lift off my load...

I kiss them goodbye before I leave
They're going to be safe is what I believe
But then it fast fast forwards and it all turns black
I know the monster has returned to attack
I see their corpses ; ****** and sore
I shut my eyes because I can take it no more
And that's when I wake up from my sleep
It's all so vivid, it's all so deep
The things that haunt this house are not just ghosts
They were people like me, my house's hosts
It's been 6 years since their car went down
And there was an eerie silence all across town
I have to live through this mess everyday
All because her voice echoed to me, asking me to stay
So I deal with this monster day and night
But they are my angels so I never fight
I see them whenever I close my eyes
So I keep closing them even though I know they are lies
But there are times when the pressure takes a toll on me
So I mix all his favourite ingredients and make myself some tea
Their memories so full in my head that I can't think of anything else
They kicked me out from work when they found me more at church than at work ringing bells
And when the whispering gets loud I breathe heavily and count to ten
For 6 years now, I'm just here, completely broken...

He was confined to his room and seldom left the house
His parents were scared of the attention he may arouse
At 3 months itself he had started to speak
Relatives never stayed in touch because they thought he was a freak
With an IQ level higher than Albert Einstein
If he was let go he would definitely be enshrined
At the age of 7 he had deciphered meta physics
The reason for this boy being so smart was apparently his brain being psychedelic
At the age of 9, his parents found a hand made robot under his bed
And a self made bike, like never seen before, in their shed
He never went to school and was tutored at home
Though he never needed either due to his extraordinary chromosone
His weakness was the ordinary; he couldn't calculate when to break or when to steer
On the other hand, his eidetic memory allowed him to recite all 154 sonnets of William Shakespeare
The only real fear for the parents was the world finding out
Nothing stays in; the suspicious neighbors broke in, saw his works and let out a shout
So the parents took the boy and made a run for it
The boy trailed behind clueless;  this wasn't his area of wit
But nothing can stay a secret in this world of nosy men
The government, in no time, located their den
His parents didn't want him to get into the wrong hands; but they couldn't even ask him to run
And that's why The Boy Who Knew Too Much would never again see the sun...

Proud as can be, majestically striding
As soon as they see him, animals go in hiding
Black stripes and yellow paint
His loud roar makes me feel faint
Tiger, tiger! You're so elegant
They're all scared of you, be it a squirrel or an elephant
So scary but you have such beautiful eyes
Tour preys go in a trance before they lose their lives
But only a few of you left; what have we humans done?
Killing the Nation's Pride because we think it's fun?
Stop this atrocity and use your mind!
Our tiger is truly one of a kind...