Tag: music

SHE

She will always remain enigmatic through the eyes of short sighted
Waiting impatiently for her down fall
batten by her silence charm which leave them wondering…
She is a Queen of an unknown clan,
having no royal blood moving through her veins.
Her beauty filtering every bad thing was said
cursing the troublemaker with her kindness,
slowly killing the enemy with the poisonous triumph of forgiveness.
She is a piece maker,an emotional bonding that weave people together.
Touching many lives with her soft hands
Allowing the radiance of her smile to shine upon them,
giving them another chance to be better.
Restoring peace and harmony.

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Yesterday political soldiers

Luxuries adorn the pleasure of their greed
power is all they need…
money is on top of their list,
Feed their big tummies with lies and deceit.
taken by surprise,doing as they please,
serve the people with empty promises,
They call themselves soldiers while they had no military background
They adore to be chased
They could do anything to get praised
Rest easy upon superficial beds made comfortable by another men sweat
Hide their greed through the lace of stupidity
Thinking that we cannot see their ulterior motives that lies behind their innocent smile
convinced people that there are the only token to get a good life, to survive
leading people to great suffering
wrap their gifts with cheap talk
Blind the passive minds like evil guardians
People’s support compensated with the scent of their charm
Kept in spellbound of hallucinations
cheerfully listening to the sad melodies created by the cries of the people
Elevating thoughts of anger and hatred
they are talented liars
using people lives as lottery tickets,taking chances
forgetting that the sea waves do not float in one direction
beneath the sea lies the unknown
No man can anticipate
Yesterday political soldiers,
Pleasure seekers,corrupted minds
Hungry for power
Be careful not to get their disease
it is very contagious.

Racial Battle

Do not use the color of my skin as a justification of your claims,
Your claims lack empirical/scientific evidence,
there are bestowed with the forces of non existence
Identification perpetuate human segregation
I am what I am.You are what you are…
our differences lies behind the veil of individuating information,
The prejudice and stereotypes we pose to out-groups has no fundamental causation
We cannot allow our social norms to constitute our final conclusion
Give yourself time to learn and experience my culture before making assumptions,
What you think I am… is beyond the language I speak,the clothes I wear and the lifestyle I live
Why do we allow hostile,superficial stereotypes to blind us
The issue of race had put us in little boxes,
Limiting us not to see the bigger picture,
Let us give ourselves time to dig deeper
We would be surprise of what we will find…
Wisdom is a treasure which takes time to be extracted from the core surface of the Earth,
Together,we can live in harmony
End this racial battle
but this will be achieved only if we see others as equal human beings
though our historical,geographic and backgrounds are different.

Revolution of favourite songs

Familiar words and sound evoke hidden emotions,
elicit shared memories,
compile different stories
compression of time and space
Makes you wanna dance
makes you wanna cry
expressing…
timeless art
creation of something new,
intend to keep us together,
not breaking us apart
living a lasting impression that runs through our bloodline
our heart and mind,
understanding the artist message is a virtue
but the remembrance of the long lost lover keeps us haunted,
endurance of shared ideas
formed as one.

Good cry

Let me have a good cry
flood of tears,cleansing my soul
giving me a sense of awareness about how I feel…
releasing the pain locked inside the house of denial
hiding away the truth with my smile
silence suffocating me…
something without reach…
slowly killing my sensation and perception like a recreational drug,
the deal need to be terminated,
it took away my freedom,
everything felt wrong,
the conditions of the deal clouded my judgment
I failed to make sense of the attributions of our engagement,
You were never real…
you emerged through my dreams
showed me a perfect world I couldn’t anticipate
but you were just an illusion
you were never real…
Allow me to have a good cry
to calm myself from all the frustration you caused in my life,
I don’t blame you
I blame myself for being so kind.
a good cry is the rebirth of new ideas,perspective and a new beginning
tears don’t just fall down for no reason
they bring healing…but with a dose of patience
all will make sense.