Monday, 20 February 2017

Chemical Humanity

Elements withdraw
As I've been laying it raw
Contemplating so, keep eyes upto your target below
Pain is slow
Presenting flows that glow
Trigger damn target and blow
Fucks given is nil to those parasitic hoes

So here I go with my shot
Not one single second thought
Patiently keeping 'em brains to rot
Turn to a live and breathing psycho-bot

Now this is how I must go
With no more pain to show
The rhythm proud and mellow
They're calling me out for some more

Trapped my discarded feelings
Inside that metal heart that's beating
Slicing and parting them till they're
Bleeding and fainting while I'm here
Singing and playing with all these cons they've been
Saving and craving

Souls which are so damn hard to squeeze
Look around, give in, kiss the sweet-loving breeze
'Cause god knows, he speaks, he talks, he feels, he sees
That humans won't exist anymore to get down on their knees

Trying to simplify my tones
To seep some sense through your bones
All our imaginary thrones
Versus David and his stone
Time for some zabagliones
'Cause sweet is something very bizarre which the end owns


Saturday, 18 February 2017

Rides To High Life

Rides to high life do and always will teach you how your surroundings and society and the norms of the society treats you and everyone around you judging you on the basis of your sex, age, clothing, behavior and language. And few other factors too. But I was basically judged by these. But that's what makes us humans. Emotions. Opinions. Feelings. Views. So much of variety. So beautiful. Yet so cruel. The world will seem to be beautiful and cruel at the same time if you look at it in the perfect. Again, since we're humans, we'll have "perfect" as a variable. This is because everyone has their own perfect. So, whenever a sight or any kind of matter is perfect to you, just know that it's perfect only to you. Others will take it in a more or less perfect way. So nothing in this world is perfect. It's just your mind that creates your own variables and makes you turn them into constants to a point where you no longer question yourself.

Learn to question yourself.
Learn from your rides.


The Contradiction

Things happen. Or maybe they don't. Sometimes a maybe doesn't work. It must be a fact. You should be sure. But sometimes you don't always be sure. The doubt is omnipresent. It makes its presence felt. And it eats away at you. You are the one that disappears. Carpe diem. Live your life. Don't let go of opportunities. It is always done that way. Should be done that way. no one lets go. But still doubt persists. you don't. You fade away. Doubt doesn't. You live your life in doubt. You die. With no one to remember you eternally. At least you left a footprint. You are different and always will be.

You will contradict yourself.
For sure.


Thursday, 16 February 2017

Hazel Pulp

I tried to write
But couldn't find
The scabby reasons
To decide
I hate to say that I don't mean to play
With all your gay memories seeming far away

So I won't give up
Daze since the hazel pulp
Swear I'll explode and jump
Over the puny ragbag mermaids
And the stars above

Creepin' under fat baloney
We've been spittin' till we're bleedin'
They've been sittin' and they're stealin'
The feelin' of belongin' to the primitive visions

Hold up
Don't give up
Daze after hazel pulp syrup
Feel the explosion and then fly up and up
Over the dazzling stars above us.

Shine on.