This is a collection of a few short, unrelated stanzas written by me, feel free to drop in a review.
For many years, we have utilized our gifts, taken them for granted rather thinking that there would be no repercussions but here we lie, humbled before the face of nature, humiliated, helpless, weak. We have always considered us as the 'Alpha Species', thus making the biggest mistake anyone can ever make, become over-confident and mess up everything. When will we learn that every action has a price, a price our children and grandchildren will have to pay? Will we learn this the day 'trees' become nothing more than objects that once 'used to exist'? Or the day when our grandchildren ask us why didn't we make a change while we could and we have no answer to it except,"Sorry kids, I was busy making money for you guys, money that ya'll never asked for, money that can't buy happiness, money that was made from the paper of the precious trees that we never valued"?
People with money don't help the poor stand on their own feet, in fact they go all out to take the little bit of land under their feet so that their dominance is always asserted. Is our ego bigger than the problems faced by people who have as much right as us to provide for their next of kin? Is filling our lockers more important than filling a hungry man's stomach? Is making our future more important that brightening another man's present? Are we that selfish that we overlook the needs by saying."It's not my responsibility"? If not ours, then whose is it? The Government that may or may not care? The leaders who might not even know the problems? It is our duty, the job of a common man because we understand their problems better than anyone else. If we do not, who will? When our guilt overcomes our desires, when humanity overpowers greed and like theirs, even our hearts cry, we will not refrain from helping a man in need.
This is it, this is the point where they crumble and we fold, this is the point beyond which we cannot sink further. We have already succumbed to barbarism. The rules written to joins us are now the cause of our separation, the words spoken to ignite the fire of our love have turned our dreams to ashes. The life we lived for each other is the now the life we wish to take of each other. If we were not given the right to love, who gave us the right to hate? If we cannot give a give, why take one? If we cannot save a soul, why torture one? If we cannot be in love why live in hatred either? Why?
And he lost his identity. For once the guy whose smile would change mods, whose words would bring countless smiles, was now a withered flower. The one guy who took people from the life of the defeated to the life of the happiest of the happiest of people is now no more than a mere shadow. Every one who he thought would stick around forever broke him one by one, brick by brick, his heart, trust, his mind, by the end of it,he was out of tears. He got so used to living in pain that it was almost soothing. Those who once made him want to live were the reason he wanted to end it all because he never knew that the smiled he worked so hard to get would someday take his smile away. He knew some people still depended on him for being happy so he never let the world know how broken he truly was, a fake smile on his face, a pretentious attitude to the world and no one to speak to.The one person who could have brought about an actual change to the world was no w lost, his life sucked out of him brutally, all that was left now, was a body without a mind and a small broken heart.
You go on my appearance, you see my silence, you fail to see my past and yet you judge me, call me names and for what? Who gave you the right? What do you do when the whole world is against you, when everyone hates your existence due to a simple misunderstanding? How do you love when the only one you trusted was the one who broke you/ The day this happens to you and you're able to survive it, come meet me. That day we shall talk and I'll give you the right to judge me because you will have walked in my shoes. Until that day and that day may never comes, accept this liberty as a gift.
Ever felt alone, broken, defeated? Why does pain exist? Why does your soul suffer? We ask this whenever we are in pain but fail to see the fact that like us, others feel pain too. Every time you hurt someone who loves you, your heart cries like their, your soul bleeds like theirs did and you know why? It's only fair. The lord who creates divide is the one who makes sure justice persists in the world and we learn the value of happiness rather than throwing it away. While we are busy making plans, karma plays its card and makes sure we reap what we sow and people think twice before hurting anyone.
For many years, we have utilized our gifts, taken them for granted rather thinking that there would be no repercussions but here we lie, humbled before the face of nature, humiliated, helpless, weak. We have always considered us as the 'Alpha Species', thus making the biggest mistake anyone can ever make, become over-confident and mess up everything. When will we learn that every action has a price, a price our children and grandchildren will have to pay? Will we learn this the day 'trees' become nothing more than objects that once 'used to exist'? Or the day when our grandchildren ask us why didn't we make a change while we could and we have no answer to it except,"Sorry kids, I was busy making money for you guys, money that ya'll never asked for, money that can't buy happiness, money that was made from the paper of the precious trees that we never valued"?
People with money don't help the poor stand on their own feet, in fact they go all out to take the little bit of land under their feet so that their dominance is always asserted. Is our ego bigger than the problems faced by people who have as much right as us to provide for their next of kin? Is filling our lockers more important than filling a hungry man's stomach? Is making our future more important that brightening another man's present? Are we that selfish that we overlook the needs by saying."It's not my responsibility"? If not ours, then whose is it? The Government that may or may not care? The leaders who might not even know the problems? It is our duty, the job of a common man because we understand their problems better than anyone else. If we do not, who will? When our guilt overcomes our desires, when humanity overpowers greed and like theirs, even our hearts cry, we will not refrain from helping a man in need.
This is it, this is the point where they crumble and we fold, this is the point beyond which we cannot sink further. We have already succumbed to barbarism. The rules written to joins us are now the cause of our separation, the words spoken to ignite the fire of our love have turned our dreams to ashes. The life we lived for each other is the now the life we wish to take of each other. If we were not given the right to love, who gave us the right to hate? If we cannot give a give, why take one? If we cannot save a soul, why torture one? If we cannot be in love why live in hatred either? Why?
And he lost his identity. For once the guy whose smile would change mods, whose words would bring countless smiles, was now a withered flower. The one guy who took people from the life of the defeated to the life of the happiest of the happiest of people is now no more than a mere shadow. Every one who he thought would stick around forever broke him one by one, brick by brick, his heart, trust, his mind, by the end of it,he was out of tears. He got so used to living in pain that it was almost soothing. Those who once made him want to live were the reason he wanted to end it all because he never knew that the smiled he worked so hard to get would someday take his smile away. He knew some people still depended on him for being happy so he never let the world know how broken he truly was, a fake smile on his face, a pretentious attitude to the world and no one to speak to.The one person who could have brought about an actual change to the world was no w lost, his life sucked out of him brutally, all that was left now, was a body without a mind and a small broken heart.
You go on my appearance, you see my silence, you fail to see my past and yet you judge me, call me names and for what? Who gave you the right? What do you do when the whole world is against you, when everyone hates your existence due to a simple misunderstanding? How do you love when the only one you trusted was the one who broke you/ The day this happens to you and you're able to survive it, come meet me. That day we shall talk and I'll give you the right to judge me because you will have walked in my shoes. Until that day and that day may never comes, accept this liberty as a gift.
Ever felt alone, broken, defeated? Why does pain exist? Why does your soul suffer? We ask this whenever we are in pain but fail to see the fact that like us, others feel pain too. Every time you hurt someone who loves you, your heart cries like their, your soul bleeds like theirs did and you know why? It's only fair. The lord who creates divide is the one who makes sure justice persists in the world and we learn the value of happiness rather than throwing it away. While we are busy making plans, karma plays its card and makes sure we reap what we sow and people think twice before hurting anyone.
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