No place in the world is safe now.
While walking anyone can stab you,
While sleeping anyone can rape you,
While driving anyone can burn you,
While working anyone can bomb you,
Worst enemy of a human is another human.
Law without punishment is a joke.
Rich and powerful decide for their own good, weak and poor are just collaterals.
God is superficial and human made phenomenon.
Everyday news change and more gruesome crimes makes its replacement.
People seek justice for what they see and forget they saw before.
We need news telecast to get justice thats the saddest part.
Authorities don’t consider as priority as its not topic so Hot.
Politicians use their power, they make the people work and not work for people.
Kindness is taken as weakness and rudeness is the new smartness.
Humanity I miss you.
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No matter how dark the world is around you, the goodness in you will always shine and light your path.
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My restlessness pumps my heart causing a massive tsunami of blood, engulfing my varied thoughts and bad memories and destroys the little village inside me called peace.
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There will be a time you just give up to constant nagging,
Being frustrated and accepting things you really dont want to take in for just peace of mind,
But in this you lose who you are,
People will blame you for the change and not standing up to your thoughts,
The one that nagged you escapes free....-
Pouring down from the thundering clouds,
Comes the rain straight to the ground,
Drenching the place in and round...
It cleans the dirt, settles the crust,
Quenches millions of thirst,
We all like the rains...it makes the mood so joyful and gay...
But hey..
We do not like continuous rains, it spoils our day if we plan picnic and open stay...
It even causes floods destroying creatures on its way...
It creates the discomfort for one around...
Creates fear through the thundering sounds that surround...
This sounds so familiar to our days of sadness,
Thundering thoughts and mind pours down through eyes like madness...
It feels relives when you share it with people around you...
Makes the mood better once your done for you and people around you...
But if.....you just try to crib and continue the cry...
People will get fed up and just fly...
No one wants a flood and neither they deserve for being with you..
Cry but think of close ones around you...
Dont be the rain to flood the gates of bond and make it narrow...
Its good to share the sorrow but not strike it like an arrow...
When your Heart cries siting on the shores of your eyes...
Think of the days of happiness and wish sorrow goodbye.-
Phones were invented to save time and provide convenience but it loops more of your time into something not otherwise relevant.
Earlier, I used to spend two long hours to buy a ticket now it take about just 5 minutes along with 3 hours of random scrolling.
Our elders were right when they said its not good to have everything served to you on silver platter. Now it totally makes sense.-
Misunderstandings and silence are deadly combo.
While one creates the issue while other expands it by filling the vaccum with unwarranted assuming thoughts.-
I wish I was there with you,
I can only wish ? or is it my choice to just wish,
If I wanted to be with you, I can, if not today then tomorrow but still I just wish...
Does it satisfy myself that I pretend to care because if i actually did I would not wish but be there,
How self centric I have become, the choice is mine but still pretending to be sorry here,
My action showcase my love dear,
I made my choice that I just wish to be near,
I am a narcissistic person I should accept,
Pretending to be sorry so that my present thoughts doesnt dissect,
You needed me the most but I am not there,
It was my option, my choice but still shameless enough to make you delusional to think, things would have been better if you were there..-
INBOX in your life is positives and negatives that come in your life,
You respond and either archive or delete,
While your OUTBOX gives you thoughts about whether you have done right or wrong, still giving you slight chance to recall,
Your ARCHIVES are your old memories,
Scattered between the labelled boxes...
Your SENTS are just pretentious version of you,
While Your Draft is the real you which stays only within you.
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