The Plan

Doing the same thing again

Wasn’t my motive

Wasn’t my plan

Things went haywire

When I came in contact with external specimen


Now things were out of control

There was no plan in place

To handle matters of heart

Because it leaves no external scars

The pain is only internal

With no screams

And no fans to put out the flames


Lonely heart, travelling alone

Lone passanger and the road goes on

People leaving at a tremendous speed

Now he is alone facing the heat

There are limited conversations

And the interactions are few

Life is changing

He is getting mature

And forgetting the blues



Covered in silence all around

Just the music from his phone giving him company all day long

Even the ink has now dried

Taken refuge to typing

And even the words are not popping by

It’s all changing

And the world is growing bigger

He needs to find a permanent place

He needs to make it big



His emotional quotient was never so low

Nobody to give him company

He hardly used to get bored

But now he has become serious

He is fighting for a different cause

The light inside him has ignited his own world

He will try not to lose his passion

He will try to make it all work


Tired of Playing Nice

Tired of playing nice

I want to break the ice

Now I want to revolt

I want to show my other side


I am not a bad person

But I have done some bad deeds

I want to break the circle

I have my own needs


But the world can’t handle

Another piece of shit

So I try to be nice

And keep myself legit


But every time she is near

There is the desire to make her proud

So I try to be something else

That’s buried deep down


So I am not that right

But I am not totally wrong

You got to handle people differently

Because not everybody can take it like a clown


Everything needs to be balanced

It is the mantra of life

Just chanting slogans is not the way to fight

You got to rise above

You have to take matters into your own hands

You need to show people the light

You need to make them understand…