May you fall on your face.
May you lose your youth.
May your lose your charm as well.
May you never lose your spirit.
May you spend your nights on the street.
May you taste the bitterness of hunger.
May you get no warmth in the winter.
May you never lose your faith.
May you drown in your own sweat.
May you achieve nothing even when you try.
May you lose all your friends.
May you never lose your old-self.
The world plays with you,
The world tries to mold you into someone else.
I wish you a lonely death, but,
May you always get to be yourself.
Everything is falling apart.
Even the stars are coming down on me tonight.
Look around – men and women are in love.
Two decaying bodies pleasuring each other,
In the hope of getting something back.
A vain attempt of a dying being at immortality.
Still children are beautiful.
So are falling stars.
So is love.
So pick up the broken pieces again,
Pick yourself up and your broken heart.
May be you will see the Sun rise beyond this night.
Chaos all around.
Humble orders and stern requests,
Friendly gazes and intruding stares,
Wants to chew me in,
And throw me out,
Into my bed.
Peace is in your thoughts.
You are part of my mind.
You are part of my soul.
You are my oasis like nights.
Every breath with you,
Fills me in.
Your every word,
Makes me a better man.
I am not of my own.
I am always inside,
But my mind is not.
I listen, but I don’t.
I write, but I don’t.
I see, but I don’t.
I feel and yes I feel.
For I feel only about you.
Chaos all around.
Simple people and twisted plots.
Short notices and longer waits.
Fortunate accidents and ill fated days.
Chaos is in my mind,
Chaos rooted deep into my flesh.
Chaos is not at my heart. Because, you, my love,
Don’t share your room with anyone else.
Those who think of themselves
to be free
are often captives
of a bigger cell.
I am no exception. Neither you are.