I'm your child, they say
I carry your looks, your genes
For how many years now, though
I wished I hadn't been!
I only remember a monster
Still haunting my dreary dreams
Someone with drunken emotions
Ideologies and archaic spiel.
You blabbered through our nights, fiery
Lengthy sermons on your notions, scary
Shivering with tears, I stood there
All through my tainted teens.
Some days when I'm lost, like I am now
To choose between righteous and faulty
I'm amazed how you chose so steadily
To go down paths, sleazy.
I wonder why I can't still go there -
Being yours, it should come easy
To focus on ones pleasures solely
And not change for friends, or family.
In a world full of broken people, promises
I want to stay true to my being
You've done enough harm - breaking me
Let me not pass it on, let me heal!
Penned in remembrance of the times, filled with pains and grins - thanks to strangers, family and friends!
Saturday, December 21, 2019
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
CAB
Puppets of the first order
Protesting for and for not
for what precisely, many seldom know!
Both sides call for blood
Screams
Kill them Fascists,
Butcher them all.
Yet how many open gates
For strangers to stay a night?
How many welcome home
A life, if not, from their 'kind'
An unwavering shelter, how many provide
How many really hold them
when they're dying?
You are a bigot -
For not voicing your stance.
Or
You are a terrorist
For supporting them lot.
Amidst chaos, my country burns.
But whose country is this, after all?
Protesting for and for not
for what precisely, many seldom know!
Both sides call for blood
Screams
Kill them Fascists,
Butcher them all.
Yet how many open gates
For strangers to stay a night?
How many welcome home
A life, if not, from their 'kind'
An unwavering shelter, how many provide
How many really hold them
when they're dying?
You are a bigot -
For not voicing your stance.
Or
You are a terrorist
For supporting them lot.
Amidst chaos, my country burns.
But whose country is this, after all?
Friday, December 6, 2019
Pointless
It astounds me
how detached
I've become.
Indifferent
I sound
Or to some sad.
I was taught to lay down
to bend
to lament -
Advised to shun glories
and survive on
pittance.
Some wanted sinners
like me
to repent
Some asked
to respond,
and to never relent!
A lifetime of
restraints, chains
and refrains -
Look at me now
A fool,
inadvertently glad.
how detached
I've become.
Indifferent
I sound
Or to some sad.
I was taught to lay down
to bend
to lament -
Advised to shun glories
and survive on
pittance.
Some wanted sinners
like me
to repent
Some asked
to respond,
and to never relent!
A lifetime of
restraints, chains
and refrains -
Look at me now
A fool,
inadvertently glad.
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