Many scoff at the idea of death. Many fail to see it’s eventuality in their youth. Many find it horrible to even think about. The truth is, death is none of it. Death isn’t horrible, life is. Death isn’t pain, life is. Death isn’t the worst thing to happen to anyone… it’s the best thing. …
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I don’t know why my friends can’t see All the voices in my head They tell me there’s only one thing I can be A man, stone cold dead They say I’ve got this shit Wish they could see me crying in a fit My verses are weak, they say with a snark So fuck …
Instrumentation Colony, Kota, Rajasthan, India.
24.10.18
Sometimes I like when it’s dark, I like when it rains because at that time no one can see me. In the heavy rain people are busy minding their own business, nobody notices my sad face which I carry along. Looking at my feet, I see my face in the water below, and I’m alone in that reflection. I don’t live just because I can’t die, it’s just that I’m chained to something hidden.
~Minza.
They say it’s easy for you. Every time I try explaining my problems to someone elder to me in hopes that the advantage of experience he has over me shall only do good. But why do I give myself this explanation and false hope every single time while knowing in my mind all along that it’s the same story all over again. We cry, scream, break and then get up on our own but why does no one seems to understand us? Whenever I cry over my problems in hopes of comfort, all I get is nagging and the “You-have-a-better-life” reasons.
The adults today seem to feel that we, the ones belonging to the twenty first century are the luckiest people and have the happiest times mankind has ever experienced. We seemingly have no problems, no difficulties because we supposedly have all luxuries that the earlier generations didn’t…
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Colours in life
With sounds of fife
As sharp as knife
Just like a good wife.
~Minza. (20th October, 2018 – 11:54 pm)
It's quite funny As the seconds tick by And stretch into hours Of your perfect silence As I keep waiting For an answer That the entire world knows Shall never come. Funny how people Would rather indulge Into welcome depths of denial Shout into empty rooms And knock on doors That you will never open …
Been a while since I posted something worthwhile (or even while for that matter) and I got to thinking. What happened to my craze for blogging? What happened to the enthusiasm I felt every time the post editor would be staring at my face? What happened to everything? Loads more thoughts come to mind and I …
