The World at Large

  The descending sun spooks me, As it reminds me of impending doom. The fate of the world hanging on  the joker wearing the crown. A game of deceit and endless conspiracies, Rigged to make the hidden emerge strong. ‘Come one come all’ The sign bellows. Not one peasant decided to enjoy the menu. They are sinking to fall in their own broken ship. All towing to head into the dark abyss. We enjoy playing the game when it is, Someone else who’s head will twirl if they miss. But when the trigger loads and the target is us. When the bullet wants to grab hold on us. We run so far, without a hitch. We run to never stop to check. What happened to those who tried to save us? What happened to the joker who longs for love? What happened to the magician, is he still sick? The old man, next door, did he get his tip? The world of our species amuses me. To see the world move by so cheap. The moon is now out. It winks at me. The stars shining bright following me. The world beyond our species, Fascinates

memories...(you can never escape!)

there's one force on this planet you can never escape.
no matter how many pictures you burn, chats you delete, numbers you block,
memories you can never escape/

you can act like you don't remember,like you don't give a damn.
but, only you will be able to recollect how many sleepless nights you have spent,
just wishing you could forget/

they say memories trigger emotions, 
truth is your memories are the gun.
what you feel triggers the bullets to come out/

hiding behind a facade will never help.
these images in your mind will never fade.
they will play like movies over and over again.
you will be the hero, you will be the villain.
you will the joker and your own audience/

your demons aren't your thoughts  or your actions.
they are the monsters tucked away in a room you can never enter.
they are the voiceless creatures who's very existence speaks volume.
try with all your might.
but, memories you can never escape.

- Mahathi.S



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