I have written and sung songs for you. I have never done this before so fearlessly before meeting you. In fact, I thought earlier that songwriting can never come to me naturally and even surfed courses online but could not attend them. As I have said before as well, you have ignited the fire within me. What I could not do for myself and thought that this journey may not be traveled by me as far as now, you came in my life and things started falling into place. You must be special.
Cut them into pieces
if they dare to touch you.
You will do your own justice
because the system is of no use.
When you say that I don’t understand you,
what if I say that I really do?
What if I tell you
that I have lived you?
In the disguise of a joke, my brother is putting false allegations on me repeatedly that I am a double-faced person, which I am not. Of course, he is upset that I write what is right and that often includes how he has, even as a form of a joke, made me feel worse about myself. Since Sushant Singh Rajput’s death (murder directly and indirectly), he keeps irritating me, as if coaxing me to react by shouting to shut him up. He does this so that as soon as I react, he will say that he is being treated by me as a ‘leftover’ (which is of course not true). I am recording this for my own sanity, so that I have a first hand record to look back at when I start losing my mind due to gaslighting.
Can you be any more inhuman, inconsiderate and uncompassionate when you start judging a person who has taken her or his life? You are so inconsiderate that instead of empathy, you practice judgement towards the another person—when alive and post-demise.
How can we be so blind
to how the children are dying
due to famine and hunger
caused by war?
It is sad that we do not wake up until someone sleeps
to not wake up till the end of eternity—
due to the atrocity of the corruption and ruthless system—
systems, small and large, who are termites.
Sit beside me
and enjoy the cool breeze
coming through the open door,
blowing past us.
I leant forward and asked the girl in the mirror, “Are you OK?” and nudged my eyebrows to get a response. Her face had a smile but I could clearly see that she screamed immediately, on the top of her voice, her mouth open as wide as it could.
I am sorry that I met you but I kept you waiting.
You see, there was a need for a lot of healing
so that our connection can be strong and secure
so much that we can endure
all the troubles that come in our way together.