Love.

And the band is marching,

It gets sad when you are on the pavement

Looking at the shining stars

Yes it burns, you would never ever understand

You play the lead, you are the frontman

And I cry every night cursing the skies

Here comes another day, will I survive

Rubbing and brushing and putting some more on

Ah! Ugly, why do I always try?

And I see them talking words and things

Beautified much or is it just fake?

And the new dawn it just fades

Feeling better about oneself?

Funny as it may sound shallow is the concept

As the band proceeds

I see the frontman

He sings a song about life, but what is it that he’s  gonna do when he sees the light?

And the lovers dancing over the fake smiles and the dogs wandering with hollow lies

The pavement is suddenly less lonely

The fear, the fright is going with the band

For love it is within you

It sees itself sitting next to you

We sit as we did never before

Talking goes mute

I can hear a distant music

The band it just marched by… 

I am a Chemical.

She is a scientist 

she makes it and breaks it

thats wonderful!

dude thats shit!

me I'm just a chemical

chemical in her lab

unused! untouched! unnoticed!

I don't shine I don't glitter

dust is all that matters.

she comes in black

all the chemicals lits up

and then he asked hey dusty why dont you glitter

stars glitters! sky glitters! black glitters!

why do you want me to glitter?

I'm the dark I'm the emo I'm the dead I'm the chemo

she goes away with the glitter and I am left with my darkness!

and she enters... 

she comes in and takes away all the glitter, leaving the chemical to sleep alone in the darkness bitter the chemical don't glitter and so the chemical lie, all sad and bitter but the chemical don't know that she hides him...away from the sun shine she puts on her boots she walks in the lab she loves living in her world of dark chemical filter sit fascinates her that chemical don't glitter and so she asks dusty why he doesn't glitter but the dusty's just a loving cold chemo in water he just won't tell her he'll make her cry and he wouldn't even know dusty's just a loving cold chemo, he's dead, he's emo...

The Early Men (something my mother wrote)

Volcanic blast errors, errors and errors you made, why did you make such an erroneous world. Some you showered with riches all around. Some you dragged below poverty line. Some you made blind, deaf and dumb. List of diseases are as wide as the sea you made. Some you bliss with queue of kids. Some you ban even a kid. Cyclones, volcanoes, earthquakes and tsunami you made. Errors, errors and errors you made. Some lesbians, gays, transgender and some so called straights. ooooh! Is this the way? Why? Why? You discriminated the world.

The errors you made the sufferings we get. The sins we made in our previous birth you punish us after rebirth. The marriages (matches) are made in heaven, I heard. Then why the ‘mix-matching’ all wrong you made. The begging, the praying the fasting for the humans you made. Is this the way your ego satisfies? So called earth (hell) you made for us, the heaven you made for your comforts. Whenever your prestige is in danger you found. You stopped, demolished the world. Next time tell thes scientists the architects the carpenters and all the artistic men to make the world. Or rather let us be THE EARLY MEN.