It’s said your shackles
Are made to order for yourself
It’s said that the walls that hold you
Are made with your own cement

Why do you compare? Let. It. Go.
Atleast give yourself a chance to show.
It is true they have a lot. Things that you lack
But what you have, they can’t imitate. How’s that for a drawback?

So what if we’re broken?
Let our scars be our art
So what if we don’t fit in?
neither does the sun among the stars

The unique absurdities you have to offer
The beauty of The words you have
The sheer genius You hold within yourself
Makes up for all the lack

Oh let us leave the better specimens
In the worlds where they belong
And try to make the most of our world
Where it’s absolutely alright to be a little bit wrong.

Let’s climb up the bed and adjust the fluff
Let’s just sleep because being awake is so tough
Let’s shut the blinds and draw the curtains
Let’s be comforted by the mild darkness so certain
Let’s close the windows and shut the doors
Let’s be embraced by those welcoming blackholes
Let’s leave everyone else out just you and me
Because all I really want is some privacy.

let's go hunting tonight
i'm in the mood to don my armour
let's go slay, let's ignite
i'm feeling like a carnivorous flower

I paint my nails red
the colour of blood
and soon this color will
adorn my tongue

i darken the tints
to match the hue
of my intentions tonight
of what i'll do with you


of lithe movements and pretty lies
watch you fall for my honey eyes
of sweet perfumes and deja vu
you'll be my number twenty-two

finally some idea in your eyes
realisation of danger to your life
ah but my friend you're too late
my lips have already sealed your fate

with a ferile roar this all ends
before you can move or comprehend
the red of my nails matches the red of my teeth
temporarily sated, a beautiful beast

it's another night, another time
i'm in the mood to go hunting tonight
number twenty-three soon to be dead
And i'll just paint my nails blood red

Books should never end
They should just go on
Or perhaps have an interlude
That doesn’t leave us so forlorn

Protagonists shouldn’t die
They should just be glorified
Real life is death-oriented as it is
We should atleast have some worded bliss

Each chapter should just go on
Rather than feel the doom
Of the pages thinning into the nearing end
Ah the dreaded waiting gloom

Why weave such people that affect us
In more ways than we can imagine
Than take them away, reduce the meaning
Of the heartbreak from being abandoned

These writers are sadists, I tell you
And their words are instruments of torture
Molding lives instead of sentences
Transcending pages and penetrating lives

So to all readers I suggest
Reading will just make you obsessed
And to all authors I recommend
Write such books that never end

Don’t remove the weights from your tongue
Don’t unlock the chains from your mouth
Silence is mostly better than words
Your silence to me is devout

Before your utterances destroy us
Before they tear down what we’ve fought for
Stop and listen that I don’t want to
Know how you ripped my heart out

Let’s just stop and fall
Into this flowery hole of lie
Delusion atleast never hurt anyone
Our reality will only make me cry

So don’t say anything, don’t go ahead
Let the monotony not be stirred
Because Everything that needs to be said
Doesn’t necessarily need to be heard

It’s a struggle waking up everyday
It’s a struggle having to smile
It’s a struggle to hold back familiar tears
I’m tired of living a lie

I entertain these bizarre thoughts
Dreams and scenarios in my head
Such a mess, such confusion
The same thing over and over again

I wish I could stop obsessing
I wish I actually had a life
God, I wish I could let you go
And finally cut all ties

But in reality, I know what I’ll do
It’s gonna be hard to closeup
I’m sick of always having around
You’re just a toy I’ll never give up