Whimprisoned

I do wander aimlessly

As if any hypnotized

Far too many envisage hysterically

Should I remain Whimprisoned.

The verses hide something behind these words. Firstly, the syllables of every word can be found to be in a fibonacci series which is reset after a line. ( 1,1,2,3 1,1,2,3 1,1,2,3,5 1,1,2,3)

Imagine a part of the brain which seems to be controlled by the other sections. This poem describes the part that is trapped in its own whims.

Hush Hush Its just a crush

A boy of eighteen likes to pry
For it gives him this mad rush.
Makes his desperate friends sigh
Hush hush its just a crush.

Ditching a friend for a girl could be a fad
For there are those hanging out with her dad
Well its safe to say ' I wouldn't wanna be the one to push'
Hush hush its just a crush.

All the sane ones end up single
Either broke or rotting in something plush
Without GALS life seems to be a jingle
He now thinks " Phew it was just a crush ".

They say your head's not right

As primitive as man was, so was his head
For all he had to use it was to earn his bread
Evolution has made a mess out of the now Homo Sapien
Raising the bar everytime making him feel insufficient.

Is it fine for people to judge you
Through some bad moments overshadowing the goodness in you
One can wonder if life would ever be fulfilling
May seem impossible for all the time you end up killing.

Excited a moment, dull another
Randomness in life makes me mull over
If i'm a disaster or just another psycho
After all I'm not the celebrated Donnie Darko.

Would it be better if i just stay out of sight
From all those trying to tell me "Your Head's not right".

Mumbai meri jaan

A meek fawn searches for genuineness,
Seems she has always been lost
Eyes of a bunny, so animated
Glow of mirth that'd last

Voice so husky, words so sweet
Makes me wonder if i should call her a tweet
Wish moments with her never fade
In a city which she calls just a Facade

Only Shimmer of Hope

Tiny toddlers, frail elderly, they all long for a cuddle

But desertion makes it very hard for them to cope

For callous may think not twice to shun newborns off the cradle

Should they wait for some messiah of hope!

Bare skinned destitute die of shame and hunger

Challenged mentally are those being smirked at by the sharper

Lesser fortunates dreaming an education, ousted seeking an abode

Thou giveth life to the deprived, to thee I write an ode.  

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Fading Profanity

Influenced by philosophy , consumed by rhythm
Grazing life braided by one's own whim.
Shake me up before i lose my sanity
To mankind flourish towards fading profanity.

Have I landed on my knees?

People aspire, a few revel in their dreams

Achieving them could make a story it seems,

For there are mongers, hungry for all the glory they could seize

Oh gosh , Have i really landed on my knees !

Rat race, an act of conforming to differ,

A lag would just cause success to defer

Hell bent on career, something that makes me morose

Contemplation would be disastrous for the end is close.