Scrappy

“COMPLAIN”, they say all I do is complain, and sometimes when I think about it, I can't help but accept how true they are. So, if anyone passes through these obnoxious phrases of mine which may somehow lead to discomfort, here's a warning. I've tried my best to gather all the complaints, here. Believe me, save your time, just turn it down, and inhale productivity. Else, I shall start. With all due respect, I happen to be a very busy person. Busy might seem sarcastic when it's coming from a person like me. But anyway, I was busy, and I am busy with something that doesn’t quite signify the utilization of time on valuable out-turns. Neither did I had any time to stay at home nor to focus on my ambitions, and do something productive. But when the night took over, I had plenty of time on my bed, letting my thoughts graze on my head while desperately waiting for my long-lost friends; peace, and sleep. According to everyone, home is comfort. Home is where your hopes are

 “Pandemic was at its peak, and of course, I was quarantined with my daily schedule as well.” Back then, on crisp early mornings, Scooter on the stand, getting ready for college, it must have been tough for you as a high school teacher. Observing everything from the sidelines had always been a bizarre pattern of mine. That little glimpse of your house acted as a tranquilizer to this life, and it filled the void that your daughter had left. However, me, startled by all the sensations, displace faintly amused gaze from all these scenarios and return to reality. Reality is much scarier. I do not want to remind you about all these obnoxious facts, but it is still hard for me to accept that she is no more. On the very day, I felt shattered and devastated by the news, and my heart was not capable of building enough courage to show up in front of everyone, to see her for the one last time, to bid that final goodbye, and to face the truth itself. Maybe my presence made her mitigat

Sketching myself, this kind of shows and genre was not my pattern until a beautiful soul compelled. I did not notice something classy was approaching. I have had been hearing the best of memories are made from engrossing actions. My happens to be this. I did not expect you would become a companion to this spiritless thing. Every character in your journey made me reflect all those people in my lane as well. Even characters with evil intentions had some stories to convey. Every music you offered was a hell of a drug to my every mood and usually to my sleep. I believed in your way of living, in your goals, in your never giving up spirit. I was thoroughly magnetized by your unpredictable way of living and your gustiness to defend something you love. I was jealous or basically, I am jealous of the people like you who only listen to their heart. I even tried to mimic your actions but ended up discovering my own. You made a closer picture of loneliness and how could they have outridden the

Dear mortals,                             I may not be proficient enough to make changes to that particular subject we all have been dealing with. However, here right now encouraging things we have been doing is we are not giving up. Not sure about the fact that this pandemic was karma for how we had been spreading negativity towards nature. A few months back, unusual topics of world war were trending. Perhaps people misusing powerful social networks and something forbidden was trending.                 "Be careful what you wish for, it might come true."  Maybe, war broke through just to remind people that they are not the only creature that exists.                  People are aware of the present situation but still act huffy. News spreading everywhere has made a blueprint that has forced its presence in everyone's mindset. In the present situation, "COVID-19" can make anyone freeze. People bearing mental torture at home are no less. Anywa

At our early 60's, when you gain your weight and become fat as hell,  And can't even adjust in the family photo frame,  That would never be the reason to bother me anyway,  But just remember,I would still love you the same.    If at any instance, you loose your weight and become lean and thin,  And can't even walk fast and act as a lame, And if Sometimes I couldn't be a shelter for your wind, But just remember, i would still love you the same.  Sometimes if you are mad and sad with the mess in your life,  And all you want to do is recover and end the game,  Well, I might sometimes miss the oppurtunity to make you happy, But just remember, I would still love you the same.

These days I feel unusual things happening. I don’t hear those voices in my head and they don’t JUST whisper anymore. They have been rescued from the prisons. THEY ARE LOUDER THIS TIME AND DON'T EVEN HIDE ANYMORE. They are there for me WHEN I NEED SOMEBODY TO LEAN ON. THEY GOT MY BACK LIKE NOBODY ELSE DOES. They free people who don’t  deserve to stay. When broken, lost and on loneliness, they take control on my soul. They love me more than I do. They are dark and mean.  Still I feel like I have just started living.  My cruel, selfish and self loving demons are who here “They” are.

The roof top possessed unusual view today,  Wind that blew had distinct story to convey.  As random thoughts took over my mind,  And station of these cognition were hard to find.  Found the moon pairing with my glass of wine,  Blood red color both possessed gave unusual shine.  Darkness covering as the time crossed its line,  Everything went numb just to claim this moment was mine. Is that me or a wine that thinks ?  These logic had no hole but still sinks.  My random thoughts were still on a mission,  Screaming their brain's off so that I could listen.   I probably had been missing something,  Maybe a partner to overcome this lone thing.  With someone who could take over moon's attention.  Still what could hurt the most? These fake expectations ! But these stories of mine remain untold,  Build with trust issues, it required guts to unfold.  So just before these could go on loop, I embraced my tale and returned

     To me he often resembles broken pieces Which has to be refined even after all the stiches, He still has many of his scars to date, Save him before it is too late. He is a craven, running away is what he does often, Teach him to stand tall, either a gain or a lesson. But facing everyone is what he hates Save him before it is too late. Liquors, herbs and all feels like a heaven, He does it all in the name of fun Everyday is a new day he never hesitates to celebrate, Save him before it is too late. Great faith in friends, partners in crime, Friends? They can take their mask off in no time. Judging fake ones from the circle which he can never relate Save him before it is too late. Broken love, heartbreaks and face with a disgrace, Chasing every girl, for the feelings left to replace. Patience, love and respect fill it in his mindset Save him before it is too late.