She was vengeful.
But against whom could she retribute her vengeance?
The rich guy who ***** her and ruined her life?
The police for harassing her in the name of interrogation?
Lawyers who tormented her and ***** her all over again with the twenty questions?
The inconsiderate jury who were bent on paying their children's school fees?
The lab assistant for lying to the jury that she had absolutely no sign of being ***** and she was making this up only because she got pregnant in the act?
The parents and teachers of the evil vandal who made him that way?
The media who were more interested in making it to the front page rather than sympathizing with her?
The government for taking safety precautions so lightly?
Neighbours who looked her down with contempt?
Or herself for not being strong enough to protect herself.
Whom could she blame?

Ten minutes til the perculator
Brings me from grime to grind.
And in the morning stars are setting,
As soon the sun will rise...

On a world that I hate to hate.
On a world that loves to hate me.
I have to go outside and want to die.
I cannot stay in and hide.

There are monsters in the field
And they've got the taste of blood.
There is no end in sight.
I cake my face with mud.

They always know to find me,
Though I move in patterns, rare.
Deep inside, I turn inside,
I deny dispair.

I know I'll never beat them.
I avoid, but can't back down.
And so I'll take the beating,
But I'll try to rend their skin.

I know just how they see me.
The same as they did then.
Silent words that we all know
Do not go unknown for sin.

The time has metered nothing.
It hasn't changed a thing.
If authority lets loose it's leash,
The dogs would gnash again.

The eyes upon me see distainly
What they want to hurt.
Only, just, to keep alive
What every monster wants.

Ten minutes til the perculator
Has darkly roasted beans,
That was ground into powder,
Like the bullets in my lean.

The night will soon be like
A blanket ripped from me
To show me in the basking light
For all the world to see.

They'll say that I'm a monster.
I always was so strange.
I was a trouble-maker, boiler maker
And the only one to blame.

They'll say I was a bad seed.
When all of them do know
The type of horror that befell
From the monsters long ago.

In times of triumph I did learn
How best to bide the time.
They think I'm so predictable.
They're thinking colorblind.

For all the worth of quiet,
And to rest this savage pain,
And retribute the misery,
(It won't happen again)

And yet you'll cry for justice.
Say it's never served.
If you used measured all they put on me,
They'll get what they deserve.

The victim becomes monster,
The world fears the marters more
Than any of the heathan clan...
Ten minutes, nothing more.

The world today, is nothing short of a Hell
Men across the Earth, bound in their shell
Engulfed by the Pandemic, that's brandishing it's deadly wave
Pulverizing all, that falls on its way
Paving paths for Mass Graves.

Temples, Churches, Mosques and Synagogues lie deserted
Prayer Halls and Gods abandoned,
Men isolated...
This journey, a pondorous one at times
Is compelling us to Reflect, Change our Paradigm
Yes! Long and Slow, but necessarily so,
To contemplate and retribute for our sins past
May we be forgiven, for our Acts Aghast!

And, in the meanwhile, you can hear the birds again...
Behold and Romance the verdure lands,
The clear blue skies and all that nature contains.

Simple things in life, you took for granted
The air you breathe, family you love,
Watching the sun rise and set,
Are sure to make you enchanted!

They say- " This too shall Pass"
Hold your strength high, your resolve to fight, to Last!
Appreciate Life and all that you have,
Let your prayers for all and Charity salve.

Once the nightmare is over, make your choice...
To be a Prodigal Son?
Or a Man of humility and poise
Cause you shall reap- what you sow
Today you may have a 'Tomorrow'
But tomorrow may not be so!!!

“Yet this soul is in deep despair
Caught in the chaos” - Bayaan

We all may have gone through a state which our soul collapse to lonesome. Our heart stop listening to our guts. Where our eyes dampens unruly. We do what we never desire. Where we self retribute.
Ever felt yourself in the chaos..?
Wishing someone come out to ameliorate you.
Those chaos made by the damages in you, cant be healed by an outsider. Only you and your soul in the front line combact, toss out the gloom, Mount out the misery, cure the soul.
Thus you break out the chaos.