The Burnt Butterfly - Chapter IV

in the entwined tingles of our seemingly messed up lives, if someone somewhere misses you even for a moment, you need to live.
in the unnecessary complexities of our otherwise mundane lives, if someone somewhere craves to be with you just for a moment, you need to live.

amidst the damp polluted abattoir-stenched air around us, if someone somewhere remembers the smell on your neck, you need to exist.
amidst the plausible deniability of lustful bonds that grasps us everyday, if someone somewhere wishes just to be in your arms, you need to exist.

in the falsities of promises,
in the farcical attachments,
in the fantasies of promiscuity,
in the fallacies of compromises,

if someone somewhere just lives
to get a glance of you,
to hold you in a whisper
to get a touch of you,
to hug you in a whimper,

you need to believe in love...

Friendship And Iceberg

When your paychecks determine whom you can hang out with; When your bank-balance decides whom you can vacation with; When the size of your dwelling dictates who comes over; When the number of brands in your closet governs your reach --

You may get to greet
a lot of smiling lips
yet no truly happy eyes

You may get to meet
a lot of sociable beings
yet no true friends...

When your social circle tends to judge you by the size of your TV-set; When they choose to forget to call you thinking about your incapacity to afford an expensive dinner; When your companions heil achievements on monetary thresholds; When they secretly discuss your obligations --

You need to flip
the happy faces that surround
and lie incessantly that you belong

You need to slip
the shoulders that show they care
and sigh you're a burden to hold...



FRIENDS don't judge you on anything
FRIENDS don't ever think you lack
FRIENDS fight with you for not sharing something
FRIENDS always disapprove you slack.

The Burnt Butterfly - Chapter III

With every new sun
    conscience grows sour,
    empathy turns back in its sleep
    and, compassion dies in another sacrifice.

With every new hour
    innocence turns deaf,
    sense of rightousness winks a deceit
    and, morality drowns in another felony.


With every new moment, fades the one born right before
And the mortals complain of a dying humanity!
With every desire fulfilled, bubbles a fresh new greed
And time mocks itself; that the end is a process...