Yet another day
Has gone by
And once again
Like always
There's no progress
Each day, I die a few times
Only to re spawn in the same place
The same horrible place
Dark and dusty
Cold and gloomy
With enemies all around
And friends that only watch out
For themselves
I wish I was
Better at this
I give it another shot
Every ******* day
And just when I get close
My fears crawl in again
I go to bed each night
With the thought of giving up
How I try again next morning
Is still a mystery
Tomorrow's my last shot
I will try one last time
And if I fail
I think even I'm smart enough
To understand a sign
From a higher power
That's probably telling me
To move on
To something new
Why are video games so hard?
I just can't seem to win
-Sigh-

He came into my life
Without any warning
I didn't know
Of his existence
A week ago
Whereas today
He means the world
To me
And I,
To quite an extent,
Feel responsible for him
I won't say my world has changed
Completely
Because of him
But it has indeed
Become a happier place
;
Everyone is supposed to
Live their lives
For themselves
But there's no denying
That there's a different beauty
To life
When it's lived
For someone else
So even though life's
Quite the same
It's more bright
And colorful
With the induction
Of this newest
Family member
And even though I will
Be leaving you tomorrow
I know I'll see you soon
Whilst you grow
And are nurtured
Under the care
Of one of the most
Responsible person
That I know of
;
My love for you
Is on another level
I'll see you soon
My Tasmanian Devil

Everything's gonna be fine
Just give it some time
It'll be all the same like before
We just need to increase our prayers more
Stay strong because we all are their only strength
And to be with them we will go to any length

Shout out loud
that's what you wanna do
Be a part of the crowd
That's what makes you live

Take all the drugs
blow some cash
Too much of those hair-bugs
Sneak the car and drive

You crave ***
You crave glory
You crave attention
But that's another story

You wanna be all cool
you'll do whatever it takes
You ain't abiding no rule
you try to make history

You crave pleasure
you want money
You want power
******* all it's way too sunny

It's the teenage life
Abortions, drugs, *** and ****
You have your kids without a wife
You live life like there's no tomorrow
You live life like there's no tomorrow...

The way you you touch me
Is something
I can never forget
The way you kissed me
Is now
A part of
The things
That I feel
And a part
Of the things
That I touch
;
How can I ever
Forget
Those beautiful lips
That,
For a moment,
Felt
Were a part of my own
And even though
I know
I might never
Get a taste of them again
I'll still
Always wait
For I've heard
That if you love something
Let it go
Because if it loves you back
It will
After a while
Come back
To you

Welcome to my little animal farm
Yes, you can pat the dog; it will do you no harm
Pigs are grunting and snorting all around
Looks like the horse is talking to the grey hound
Animal - folk here are tame and calm
There is no place like; My Animal Farm
I begin my day with a '**** - A - Doodle - Doo!'
I always find a baby chick sleeping in my shoe
I sip my tea, with milk fresh from my cow
I turn to my chicken and say "Yes, please, I'll have my eggs now"
Animal - folk here are healthy and calm
There's no place like this; My Animal Farm
The sheep here provide me with excellent wool
The dairy products I get always keeps me full
I play with my animals when I have a day off
They snuggle with me keeping me warm when I'm down with a cold and a cough
I love all my animals; no amount of money can replace them
They are the roots to my stem
Animal - folk here are precious and calm
There's no place like this; My Animal Farm...

What would the world be like
Without
Any presence of conscience
;
Heartless beings
Plodding around
No purpose
Except survival
;
The rule of
Survival
Of the fittest
Is relevant among
Us beasts with hearts
Yet we romanticize and capitalize
The rules
That we follow
To survive
;
A planet of these 'zombies'
Would serve the purpose
Of the letters 'ay'
In the word
'Okay'
Yet this presence of conscience,
And heart
In this deceptive reality
Of ours
Does keep reminding
Each individual
That a purpose does exist
A purpose to our existence,
Along with our actions
As they all stem from the roots of
A conscience

So
Are you saying that
My ****** preference is your business?

So
Are you saying that
I sleep with every man I am nice to?

So
Are you saying that
The only way I will succeed is to write a stupid three hour paper?

So
Are you saying that
My opinions don't matter because because I'm a "minority"?

So
Are you saying that
Trying to call homosexuality a sin is not a sin but not calling **** a sin is right?

So
Are you saying that
The only important matter at hand is getting votes?

So
Are you saying that
I'm not getting that job because of the details on my bio data?

So
Are you saying that
All men should be blamed for a crime committed by a few monsters?

So
Are you saying that
All the government does is ban videos?

So
Are you saying that
Everyone is equal but if I don't have money I become less equal?

So
Are you saying that
I should believe in you and then get stabbed in the back?

You speak too much.
Shut up.

Why did I do this?
Why did I do that?
So that's the thing
You make a mistake
That you may go on
thinking about
Because
It might have ruined something
That you wanted
To be just right
Or even something
That you may not have planned
But you ******* up so bad
That it keeps coming back
To you
In flashbacks
I wish I could change some things
I wish I could change
A whole lot of things
But time
Is an *******
You can never go back
You may be able to correct things
Make amends
Get over the mistakes
That you feel so bad
Or not
Either way
It's always there
At the back of your head
Or
Everywhere
In that messed up head of yours
That thought
That memory
That permanent etch
That scar in your
memories
It's called
Regret

Numerous questions are asked everyday
It may be regarding the score, or your next pay
The question may be casual, or a meaningful one
One going around in Mumbai is: "When will we see the sun?"
I'm not berating people who ask too many questions
For they ultimately lead to answers that could be deep confessions
We've been told throughout our childhood that curiosity killed the cat
But that's not all; did you know that satisfaction brought it back?
In a piece centered around questions, I was bound to ask one too
But this isn't about all kinds of questions, it's about one asked by a few
It's a simple, yet important one, and might even make your life less ******
So be sure to ask yourself, if you don't already: "Am I happy?"

I don't know about destiny, or fate
I don't know if these things are real
Or just a fairytale
To make people believe
When they may have no reason to
To give strength to those
Who may have lost all hope
I don't know if there's a God
Or if this is all a simulation
If it's all a pre planned game
Or just some absurd coincidence
But there must be some reason
For the existence of all that we see
There must be some form of energy
that gets to decide
Of
What is, and what should never be

Why don't you talk to me anymore
Remember when we were best friends
Remember when no future
Would be complete
Without you or me
Do you even think about it
About the good times
Do they overshadow the bad times
Or were my mistakes
So bad
Do you even miss me
Do you miss us
And the time we spent together
We were meant to last an eternity
We were supposed to be indestructible
But I ******* it all up
Didn't I?
And now
You won't even look at me
As a friend
Because I messed up so bad
I'd give anything to go back
In time
But that's not how it works
I wish
That was how it worked
Do you even remember me
I doubt you do
I just wish you're happy
I just wish he's keeping you happier
Than I thought I would
Just be happy
I wish I was him
;
'I might find someone'
That's what people say
'I'll get over you'
That's what people say
'I'll get better'
Is what people still say
They say:
"You've started from the bottom
Now you're here"
But I'm still at the bottom though
Can't you see me tears

Snow, water and sun set
This is one view I will never forget
The mountains towering before and behind me
You want to wake up to a panoramic view? Staying here is the key
A small city in the backdrop
Cafés if you're hungry, malls if you want to shop
Pigeons swooping down for a piece of bread
Reminds me of how grateful i am to be well fed
Kids and adults both come here for a break
Sitting peacefully on the side and admiring the vast lake
The mountain is a resting body with the clouds as its blanket
But it rests peacefully, unlike Titanics destructive doomberg that sank it
Far across I can see the boats sailing to their destination
Can't believe this whole picture is within one nation...

It's okay to start afresh, it's okay to begin again
The best part about it is the brand new adrenaline
Don't be afraid, it's nothing you haven't done before
You know you're the best at it so why not give it an encore
We all have that phase where You starts to question You
But even a Phoenix sacrifices itself to become something better and new
We've all questioned ourself, we've all had that doubt
But it's not good to keep that anger inside, someday you've gotta shout
But don't be too late or it'll be lost forever
And then you won't be able to find it, never ever
So rise from your ashes, stronger than before
You're gonna surprise yourself when you see what you've got in store
The special thing about this is there's no losing or winning
It all boils down to the New Beginning...

Everyone has a demon inside them
Even the Pope of Vatican City has one in his stem
We adore beauty so much that we get mesmerized by what we see
But once we're too close to the demon, it's too late to flee
The whole truth lies in the eyes
You get close to a person and they get as clear as a cloudless sky
But don't we all know that the sky is not blue
The sun gives its effect to hide what is true
The demons inside try their best to hide
They come out when your anger rises like a rising tide
But the demons can be kept on a leash; they are animals after all
But you must be peaceful with oneself and never fall
Because the most dangerous animal is the one who frees itself by breaking its chain
So sometimes try to actually be happy instead of trying to feign...

Faces
Are what
You see
Everyday
But
Have you ever stopped
To look at them
To analyze then
To understand them
Of course you haven't
Why would you
Why would I
;
But maybe
If you're judging
Or critiquing
Or talking
About someone
Maybe take a look
At their
Face
When they're not really
Paying attention
To maybe understand
Or relate
To what their story is
Because faces tell many stories
And maybe none
But even then
It does maybe
Tell you something
That you might relate to
Faces are complicated
Sometimes not understandable
But they must
Be taken into consideration
If you do have the audacity
To judge a face
That's not
Your own

Long, long ago
in a city no one's heard about
Erupting through the silence
was a frightened shout
It came from the doctor's house
around the time of dawn
All were crowded around
the stranger's newborn
She had come to seek shelter
with a stomach so large
The doctor knew it was time
and immediately took charge
Some were afraid
so they left the town
Those who stayed back
wore a huge frown
They didn't understand
how babies were born
So when the stranger gave birth
there was a scream at dawn
All the townsfolk
marveled at nature's beauty
The doctor was nowhere to be seen
he had fulfilled his duty...

Thinking all day about things that won't happen
Is a hobby you should avoid, else your mood will surely dampen
But what can you possibly do when you think back to those days
When life was so much better, even without that purple haze
It's okay to reminisce, but too much of it leads to brooding
Living in your world of dreams is unhealthy, even though it's soothing
When things are bad I like to go down memory lane
And re live past memories while trying to bury the pain
But burying the pain only strengthens its roots
No point in growing an apple tree if you can't reap its fruits
This dream like state of mine has made me somewhat curious
The questions are legit, yet my answers make me furious
I'm at a conflict with myself and I don't know which one's right
The dreams never seem to stop and I'm not talking about the ones at night
Would you give anything to go back in the past,
to save that relationship that was never meant to last?
And even though you know you can never really change
You'd make that empty promise to have your life neatly arranged
These dreams are the result of the hearts numerous desires
And so we avoid the truth and grow an affinity for the liars
As humans we need some sort of goal to be able to mentally function
Because only thinking without doing could lead to self destruction
If you think too much about your past you're bound to get lost
The present goes to waste and the future is the cost
What will happen over time is not fully in your hand
Some call it the Butterfly Effect and some call it God's Plan
I could say things will get better, and you could say the same thing
But to see that truly happen, you must be your own King

A similarity that exists between dusk and dawn
Is that neither gives a **** if you are gone
I might sound rough, but isn't it true
You're just a tiny part of nature, so let me tell you
All that ego in your veins, and that ignorance on your nose
Will make you fall someday, turn your friends into your foes
All this lust for material things in the world of the greedy
Has made us all sinners, for we all ignore the needy
For we all want a life that is lush and full of leisure
How many of us would stop ours cars to help a man having a seizure
See, I'm not saying you must stop all your work and help those in need
For we live in a type of world that pays us just enough to feed
There are people who make exorbitant amounts,
and maybe they do help out
Or maybe they don't because of some problems,
so they just sit there and pout
Ok so maybe you don't always need money in order to help
You could get someone to smile when they're not, or just adopt a whelp
See, everyone has restrictions on just how much they're able to do
So if you're at a better position than most, please make sure you help just a few
See, but even some people at better positions,
may also at times need a hand
For money and cars are not always enough,
that's something you must understand
I'm starting to think I sound like a privileged brat,
i'm just trying to paper my thoughts
For I'm never able to speak these aloud,
unless I'm down 7 shots
I'm just an average person who thinks way too much,
so please consider my above mentioned plea
I still have lots to say, so if you're kind enough,
would you mind waiting for part 3?

There's only two types of people in this world
Everything else is just propaganda that politics has hurled
It's unfair to judge people on something small
Categories like religion and cast aren't all
There are too many fools who rule the media
Don't get influenced by them; they don't need ya
There's only the bad and the good
It doesn't matter if they're from the "wrong neighborhood"
Try to understand the vibes people may give
Try to follow the code of: "Live and let live"
So now that you know, ask yourself: "Am I good or bad?"
You could be either based on your choices, or the experiences you've had

A need or a want
A desire at all costs
Is common
Amongst our species
It does however differ
From person to person
Naturally
Everyone desires something
Everyone has their own needs
The complexities behind said needs
Have a story of their own
This desire manifests
From having the feeling
Of not having it all
It may lead a person
To go lengths
He or she may not have imagined
Themselves to be capable of
;
To desire
Is not a crime
But what one may do
To "tame" said desire
May actually be
The defining characteristic
Of that person
;
Be careful
Of what
You may desire
For wanting it so bad
Can set your innocence
On fire

It's two minutes to midnight
Yet hardly anyone
Flinches
We continue to take
Our home
For granted
Because important things
Seem to be defined
By the only thing that matters:
Money
While real problems
Go unnoticed
Pressing issues
That need to be tended to
Are shown a blind eye
And even as I write this
Our home
Keeps getting destroyed
By us
And the likes of us
And while some of us
Complain and rant about it
We are, one way or another,
Responsible
For the incoming doom
That will inevitably be
Humankind's plight
As the clock ticks faster
Towards midnight

+
A loved one once told me something
It took me a while to figure out
It wasn't a riddle or anything
I was just a child then,
Who only knew how to pout
;
I won't repeat the phrase
But I'll share what I have learned
Or at least what I think I have
;
You may have heard the age old saying:
"You only realize the worth of something after you've lost it"
The excitement of having something new in your life
Only lasts till the day you know it's not going to leave
;
But you think that it's not going to leave
For it has been with you for so long
For when it does leave, and it will someday
Don't expect to get it back with a heartbroken song
;
It is normal to not have a control over ourselves
Though I'm not saying that it's a good thing
You can't expect them to be only loyal to you
When you just call them a summer fling
;
You want what you want
But you must try to understand
That you won't always get what you want
;
I'm not saying giving up is the only option
But there are certain things
Over which time has run its course
And maturity lies
In understanding you can't get it by force
;
So give up on that endeavor
And choose a new passion
That can replace the negative energy
With a positive one
The hurt that you are feeling
On what you have lost
Can be directed to build your goals
But for that, you must prioritize at all costs
;
Try to get over the past
And as tough as it sounds
Try to work on your strengths
And never ignore those who stick around
;
When you've made a mistake
Have the courage to ask
For forgiveness from who you have hurt
Asking for forgiveness is the end of your task
Whether you truly mean it or not
Will only tell you
What kind of person you are
;
If you're lucky to get
A second or a third,
Or an umpteenth chance
Don't mess it up, please don't mess it up
;
And if you don't
Then maybe it's for the good
Or the bad
I really don't know
I'd give a biased answer
Because it would be on the experiences I have had
;
Stop taking things for granted
Be excited for what you love, as though it is new
You can't have everything in life, because
You can't have the cake and eat it too
-

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...

Staying away from you has left me pained
But the moment I speak to you my smiles are no longer feigned
You're a continent away but we're still so strong
Everyday I pray that nothing goes wrong
The seas between us is nothing compared
To the love we've ignited which has reared
The engine roaring in a desperate way
Everything's the same; You're just over the hills and far away
Distance is hard but it's just love on test mode
Faith is the only suitable pass code
Distance indeed makes our love grow
It makes us excited for what is in store
Distance gives you a heart ache and makes you depressed
It tortures you from inside and renders you helpless
But even in a hurricane when you hold on to something tight
You know you'll get through this without a fight
Your dreams are filled with the person you love
You start noticing the beauty of nature; the flowers, the dove
You look forward to meet even though it might take a while
Every time you think of it, it makes you smile
It might be hard but it's something worth holding on
It makes you happy to think that for them you were born

Your days are numbered
From the moment
You are born
The pressure is upon you
Before you're even conceived
The duties and responsibilities
Are your real birthday gift
And to top it all
Your future
Is decided
For you
;
I'm sorry?
Your argument is that
You couldn't talk when you were born
And that's why you had no say?
Well, you can now
But isn't it still the same?
;
It's all pre-decided
And sadly, not completely
By fate
It's all decided
For you
From before
You never seem to have a say
In what is
and what should never be
;
So, where is the peace?
Where is the freedom?
Who's holding the strings
To the puppet
That is
You
;
Peaceful and free times are non-existant
So go on
And live this controlled life
All while knowing
What's in store
For you've already missed
And not even enjoyed
That one moment
Of freedom
And didn't even know
Back, when you were in utero

Why i can't get over you
Is a question
For another day
Though it should be
Thought about
As soon as possible
But that's not the point
The point
Is to wish you
A happy
And successful
Life
Because you deserve
All the love and happiness
That the world
Can give
I thought it was me
Who would be giving you
All that
But alas
That's not how it turned out
Because I wasn't the right
I wish I was the right one
But that's not
For me
To decide
Either way
I'm glad you're happy
Even though part of me
Isn't glad
That it's not me
Who's making you
Happy
But as long as you're happy
I am
To an extent
Happy
Because I know
What you did
Was
The right thing

I might be a little late
But mom says
That it's never too late
To correct your mistakes
And maybe
I took that saying
For granted
Because everything
Does have
A time limit
No matter what
So stop delaying
And stop procrastinating
It's better to finish
That work
Even though
It might be due
Next week
Because
Responsibilities
Never end
And you must
Be up to date
With your priorities
If you wanna be
A person
Of your word

Infinite thoughts everyday
But very few are spoken
So many things to say
But the mouthpiece
Seems broken
Because
Saying some of those things
Have repercussions
That you might not
Be ready for
That's why we procrastinate
Because the outcome
Seems unsure
Why spoil a good thing
Why take the risk
So we stay silent
And let the world
Go on
As it was
And then when time passes
We look back at that lost time
That wasted opportunity
And think
And then repent
That maybe
Things would have been better
And prettier
Had you just
Been upfront
Yes, things could have
Also
Gone different
Maybe not in your favor
But alas
You'll never know
;
So just remember
That whenever
Such an opportunity
Does turn up
Maybe go for it
And find out
Or
Forever hold your peace

Someday
I will smile
Someday
I will be happy
Someday
I will
Rest in peace
But not today
Because
Today's the day
Just like everyday
That I have decided
To compromise
For that
Someday
Because that's what
We've been told
That's what
Everyone says
Work in the present
For the future
But where
Is that future
Will we truly
Smile
Will we truly
Be happy
On that someday
Does that someday
Even actually
Exist
Or is it just
A justification
For our procrastination
To waste another day
For that someday
;
Someday
Is a relative term
It may come
It may not
Make the best
Of the time
That you're currently
Living in
Don't bank on that
Someday
Instead
Enjoy today

Lying
Is the equivalent
Of digging your own grave
It may be the easier
And/or better way
Of getting out
Of an unwanted situation
But that's never
Where it ends
Because to cover
That one lie
You end up saying
A hundred more

There's no time
To stop
Or think
There's no time
To rest
And blink
There's no time
To brood
Or repent
There's no time
To count
What you spent
There's no time
To enjoy
The taste
There's no time
When you're
In haste
There's no time
To love
All the way
There's no time
To forget
That heartbreak
There's no time
To cure
Your pain
There's no time
So you lie to yourself
In vain
There's no time
To enjoy
The view
There's no time
To live
A few
;
Time won't stop
You need to
;
For you will repent
The day
It dawns on you
That
There's no time

Not all stories
Have an ending
Let alone
A happy one
Some just stop
Without any reason
While some surpass
What one
Would call
Its plot line
These stories are written
By all components
Of the universe
Some may have a big stake
Some may be negligigle
But the most important
Component
Of that story
Is the author,
That is,
You

Cigarettes and lovers
Are basically the same
You're addicted
You always need more of it
While they
Harm you
Your health
You may not know it
**** that
You know it for sure
But you still go in
For more
The more you give
The lesser you seem to get
Till there's only
That useless
Filter
You're addicted
You can't seem to let go
Maybe you can
But that will cause pain
And you're not ready for it
So you say
That tomorrow
I will quit
And that
Is a lie
That you say to yourself
Perpetually
No matter how much you put in
It burns down
And all that remains
Is smoke and ashes
And a gaping hole
That will **** you slowly
Eventually
Slowly
But it will
Quit it while you have the chance
Stub it on the bottom of your foot
And walk away
The pain of walking away
However
Will **** you as well
Joke's on you
Either way
You were the one who chose to start
You were the one
Who initiated the ignition
So be ready
Be prepared
To watch it all
Go up
In smokes and ashes

The world's going to ****
While it's also
At its best
Living conditions do ****
But at the same time
It's at its most luxurious
It really does depend
Upon the observers perspective
And that's why no one
Can ever be right
There's always going to be chaos
And mayhem
Between the haves and have nots
And funnily enough
There can never be a true distinction
Between the two
Mentioned above
There's always going to be
A sort of
Bangarang
Among each
"class"
Of society
So, to be honest,
Who's the real judge here
Who's the real observer
:
Everyone
And at the same time
No one
;
Because no one
And nothing
Lasts for ever
Except
The concept of time
And the energy
That it
Reflects
And
It has its own ways
Of slowly,
But permanently,
Laying the dust
On any sort of
Bangarang

Flat lining
While I'm still alive
Scared to live
Scared to die
Too many rules
Too much work
The amount of pressure
Is berserk
Life goes on
And moves faster
Than you can imagine
Time's a *****
It works in more mysterious ways
Than you can fathom
So keep living
While expecting the unexpected
Because life's always
Going to be a mess
So improvise and adapt
And be prepared
For unannounced
Chaos

So many humans around
Yet very few who understand
Because connections
Of the soul
Is what matters the most
You might talk
To 1000 people
A day
But only a handful
Might really
Understand you
And those are the people
Who you can
Trust blindly
Soul mates aren't
Always about
Romanticism
It's also about
Those souls
Who connect
With you
On a level
That only you
Can define

This one time back in the 80s, when I was young and naive
I used to work for mercs, who called themselves The Hive
Back then I told myself, this was just a phase of life
This was before I had 2 kids, and a beautiful, lovely wife
"When one door closes one opens", was the cliche motto I used
Little did I know it would be a door, that'd get me hella confused
The **** I'm talking about took place in Germany,
often known as the land of ideas
Yet I had no clue where I was,
I had left my map in an IKEA
I remembered a few details, like the name and the location
But it was hard to get around without any mode of transportation
Not knowing the language proved to be a pain in the ****
I was on the verge of giving up, I even sat down to smoke my grass
But by some miracle or the other, I remembered a known landmark
That was right next to the location, so I head out to **** Dorothy Stark
I finally arrived at the warehouse, that was owned by my victim
There was some German carved on the door; probably an age old dictum
I crept in as slow as I could, but the stealth was not required
In the warehouse was only a guard, whom Dorothy had probably hired
He obviously didn't know english, so I just kept hollering her name
He stared at me and scratched his *****; the ****** had no shame
He took his sweet time to reply, but was still of no help
So I shot both his kneecaps, and he let out a huge yelp
He finally let out something meaningful, or so i thought
He was muttering something in German, probably cursing me for the shot
So I pointed the gun at him, and he quaked in fear
"Tell me where Dorothy is, or you'll never have another beer"
He finally said something understandable, and so I took what I got
"The door on the left." He said; so I left, after another resounding shot
I took the door on the left, leaving the silent warehouse behind
What I saw on the other side, was my one great find
I knew she wasn't Dorothy, for she was too young for that
I dropped my gun when she saw me, and lifted my hat
My last assignment was left incomplete, as I'd found my new passion
It was love at first sight; our marriage was old fashioned
Dorothy was killed anyway, obviously  by the mercs
They helped me get a new name and a place; my job did have its perks
A few years down the line I finally told her what exactly I was doing before we met
She started laughing so hard, I thought she had lost her ****
In a quick flashback, I heard what the guard had said again
"THE Dorothy left, not the door on the left." This was ******* insane!
"When one door closes, another one does indeed open"
Was something I'd always recite after that day, before saying amen
Apparently in German, they say THE before the name
"I'm glad you opened that door. " She said, "I'm glad you came."

Scared or afraid are words that don't matter
When you try something new; the illusions all shatter
You may judge things that you haven't done before
But to truly understand it, you must try it for sure
There's no force to do so, but you're gonna try anyway
It may be because you really want to, or because of what your friends say
What I'm trying to say is that don't judge a certain thing
If you haven't done it, don't act like you're its king
To appreciate or to understand, you must give it a shot
And don't worry if you're not good at it; some things aren't taught
Some things are done by everyone, some by just a few
Irrespective of that, you should always try something new

Tomorrow never comes
Don't trust tomorrow
Try banking on today
Tomorrow's a relative term
The phrase
"I'll do it tomorrow"
Is a blatant lie
Tomorrow never comes
It's all about today
;
Yesterday was history
Tomorrow is a mystery
But today
Today is a gift
That's why it's called
Present

My roommate says
That I should write
Longer poems
But, bro
You need to understand
That emotions
From the heart
Have no word limit
And sometimes
Even words
Need not be spoken
To understand
Matters of the heart
Love has no limit
It should have no boundaries
It includes a little hate
But also, everything nice
Be it a hug
Or a sponsored chicken curry rice
Sometimes
Three words can cover it
And sometimes
Even a poem isn't enough
But nothing and no one
Can break such a bond
That's forged in ******
From above

Don't know what to say
Can't figure out the next play
Can't get past formalities
This is one of life's great tragedies
A mouth to talk, a brain to think
But sometimes neither work
Without a drink
;
The silence is so long
That there is no choice
Than to break it
With another set
Of small talk
;
Sometimes
The conversation
Just doesn't seem to fit
Sometimes
People just don't seem to click
And one feels forced
To follow societal norms
By indulging in
Small talk

There's no end to it
'It' being life
It goes on and on
With you
Or without you
Names don't matter
Nor do actions
Because in the kind of
World
That we live in
We each serve a purpose
That's mostly not our own
And we're perpetually in the midst
Of this grind
;
Endless, nameless

Now you may know the question
But that does not necessarily mean
That you have an answer
Even though you may think:
" What the **** kind of question is
'Am i happy?' "
Think again
The answer might surprise you
It may catch you off guard
It may ruin, or make your day
I'm not trying to sadden you
I'm just asking you
To actually sit and think
About what might be the complexities
In answering such a simple,
but weird question
For those who already know the answers
And are content with the result:
'Are you trying harder
Or have you given up?'
To those who don't know:
'Do you know now?
Or are you confused'
It's okay to not know
But it's not okay to not act
You may hear, day in and day out:
"Do this for me,
Do that for me"
But when was the last time
Did that voice resonate
From your heart
;
Everyone dies one day
Nothing is permanent
Time has made sure of that
So make sure that before you go
You are able to answer the aforesaid question
In an affirmative
Not because I asked you to
Not for anyone else
But, for yourself

Different faces everywhere
Who do I trust
Who do I speak to
I'm lucky
That I have
Found
Some comfort
Solace
With people
Who I can call
Family
There are too many people
On this planet
So even finding that one person
Who you can
Call your family
Despite them not being
Actually related to you
That's a gift
That's the real privilege
Water water everywhere
Not a drop to drink
So filter that water
Filter those people
That you think
Suit you
That you can
Be around
Without having to think twice
It's all about comfort
It's all about relating
It's all about staying
In your comfort zone
And no one can steal that
Not even
Your so called God

Living life
Just for the sake
Of living it
Speaks volumes
About
The person concerned
;
When said person
Is so done
With the same old life
That all they think about is
"When will this end?",
It is understood
That the person
Is living
For a reason
That is not
Chosen
By them
;
It's like
A person
Has died inside
But their motor functions
Are still operational
So that
The people for whom
These functions are performed
Do not haunt
The spirits of
These dead people walking