The World Is A Theatrical Circus

The world is a stage, men merely players.
They ought to seek happiness,
But get caught up.
Lust. Anger. Greed. Jealousy;
Turn us into beings we do not want to be.

The light shines,
The Show begins.
Every new chapter,
With a different ending.

Every move counted,
To fulfill selfless needs.
Every move donated,
To the charity of deeds.

Principles,
last not than just a day.
Rules,
change as men mend their ways.
Rights,
are snatched when they change.
Virtues,
no longer stand.

The darkness arises,

Within ourselves.

Every new chapter, 

With a different ending.

Every move counted,

To fulfill selfish needs.

Every move donated,

To the death and plead.

The world is a stage, men merely players.

They ought to seek happiness,

But get caught up.

Lust. Anger. Greed. Jealousy;

Turn us into beings we do not want to be.

The Brutal Truth.

I have to defend myself from this brutal truth.
I blame the people in this world, I blame the guilt inside me for falling under the pressure.
Everything is so complicated, absolutely political.
We live in the world where "humanity" does not exist.
A world shredded into the slavery of power and money.
Everything revolves around it, blinds our mind and heart to follow without understanding the path.
The ugly truth lies, not behind the bars but in our heart and principles. The ones we learn and destroy.
Where believing equals to destruction and surrendering equals to reward.
Where the justice lies in ones who follows his power but not his words.
The world that taught us; lies can bring food and shelter. But the truth leads to death.
The power remain uphold leading to one innocent child being raped and thousands of children shot dead.
Oh! The misery that fell upon this world. How we have ashamed our real father. How we ashamed our own ego.
Cry out, only the tears of these "power" will bring justice to her.

Who Am I? [Vol. 2]

The mirror reflected an image.
Is that really me? Is that who I am suppose to be?
Scars running down her face, into her heart.
She was not the same anymore, something had changed.
Was it for good or bad, no one knew... not even herself.
Everywhere she looked, she saw her bloodshed
Every field she walked by was no less
No shoulders to rest on, no tears to shed.
Just a long, windy pathway ahead.
Who am I? She asked herself.
No one answered but just the bloodshed.

Who Am I? [Vol.1]

“Who am I?” she asked herself the thousand and first time.

She had never been so fragile in her life, well, at least that is what she convinced herself.

She did not have the courage and will to fight herself anymore.

There were so many boundaries that laid before her,

She did not dare cross them,

The scars that she gets from leaping from one end to another.

The scars that were never healed, leaving the stingy mark of her.

She wanted to let of go of all her memories, but it wasn’t enough.

The scar was not on her skin! It was on her soul, so deep and fatal that she could not live anymore.

She could live, but only by the supervision of the rules that bound her. She had to let go of her free half and caged herself just to please the ones around her.

She knew that life was nothing but brutal, but was it wrong to expect even a little from it? All she ever asked for was acceptance.

The world would not accept her, unless she embraced herself for the who she is. She did not believe in herself and neither did the world.

Her life had been sacrificed, haunted and liberated from the powerful angel of happiness.

 All that she was left with was an open book, filled with just rotten memory.. 

Emotionless Addiction

He held her tight and promised her that he would never let her go.
He loved her more than life,
She meant the world to him.
But it wasn't true. It was an emotionless addiction.
Just like alcohol or cigarette.
Her attention was his soul, her touch was his lust.
He looked at her with greedy eyes,
She laid there so perfect.
Only if his promise was true,
She would have been by his side and not in the
Grave.

Black & White

She laid down on her bed, head rush.
She heard nothing but a voice inside her head,
it kept reminding her that she was not perfect.
She let the darkness engulf her mind,
and slowly pulled down the blind.
She would not let anyone enter door,
as she had been hurt too many times before.
This world is nothing but black & white,
but we always let it out of our sight.
She hid under her covers and let her eyes pour,
she regretted all the things she did before..
She had changed due to circumstances,
there was a new world around her.
She could not recognize herself,
the mirror reflect something but she sees something else.
All she left due is to apologize,
she had let go of people who meant to her more than life.
This world is nothing but black & white,
but we always let it out of our sight.

IF our love was true.

If our love was true,

There would be no need to prove,

How you feel for me.

As I will not be insecure

And everything would go the

Way we wanted it to,

Giving us no reason to

Give it another shot.