The Escapist

Real world is such a pain.

Hardly any good times, not much to gain

We wake up, work and work for decades

Only to rest while we are on our death-beds.

Argh! What a boring life, absolutely no fun around.

It’s such a pity that most people just go round and round.

“But then, what the could the solution be?

What makes you think your life is healthy?”

I’m an escapist, I live in no real world.

I live in a place where the mountains are tall, and the grass green.

The forest has its spirit, and trees enshrine.

The river is sacred, and ponds full of merry.

The birds chirp out loud, and the light shines bright.

I’m an escapist, I live in no real world.

It’s just my flesh here, while my soul remains on the happier earth.


Hiding in the sewer
Known by the fewer.

They gather under ground in clusters
To serve their own masters.

Masters, who feed intellectual garbage
And breed on destruction of the sacred heritage.

Spreading the virus of hate
By lurking around setting up mindful bait.

To cause extreme chaos and bane
And let the blood flow in vain.

While the defenders lay on ground
With their eyes open for countless nights.

Dwellers of scum glorify themselves
By mindlessly killing them in all might.

Limitless goons causing mindless doom
Must soon be wiped.

Show them no mercy for none of
These pests shall ever survive.

Doodle Dream [CHON-Soon]

Monsoon has arrived,
not that great for urban life.

While the kids out
on the streets scream.

I’m here in my room,
listening to Bubble Dream.

Such an ambient atmosphere,
I enjoy it while no one is here.

Doodling on my Ukulele.

Strumming the strings,
and sliding fingers through the frets.

I now learnt how easy it is,
to play the riffs that
I presumed to be hard.

However, what still remains
a dream, is  playing CHON.

Maybe one of these days
I’ll burst the bubble,
and play one of their riffs

Admit Defeat

As the picture
Of world’s end becomes clearer
I sit in my room and
Look outside the window
and wonder
“Can the horizon be caught?”

Know nothing I do
Of what’s to hit hard
Is it a demon
Or just a filthy wild human?

A lie becomes a fact
And a fact becomes a lie
“What sorcery is this?”
“Are we even going to survive?”

Fabrication is so common
You find it everywhere
“It’s what leads to victory”
Oh, you really think so?
That is such a pity

I gazed through the glass window
What I saw was no less
than a slaughterhouse
In an abandoned meadow

Pass through that I must
Inevitable this seems
I don’t even want to face it
But is there another way
From where I can proceed?

I hope fools realize
That they won’t win
Father stands here
He is the one who owns it

No mind misguide
Shall make you succeed
Demons too will bow down
And admit defeat

Next is What?

Gone are the days,
Countdown has begun.
Is this the end
or just beginning?

The clock ticked
and months passed by.
Another year ends,
In the Blink of an Eye.

Have I found the path yet?
Maybe I’m searching still.
Is this the year,
When I’ll complete the drill?

What is to come?
What would the next be?
Nothing that I know of
What am I to see?

The numbers have changed
But it still feels the same
Wasn’t I just a kid until yesterday?

Maybe I still am, I do not know.
The Relentless Being will
Guide me to the Shore!

Mighty (S)words

Words are weapons
Words are shields
The words express
All that you feel

They lift your ego up high
Smash your sentiments down quick
They make your day
Or put you in a daze

Words change your mind
Words change your way
Words give you the power
That no one else can take

They save you from the doom
They make the crowd move
They light up your faces
Also, earn you respect
of Apprentices

‘Pen is mightier than the Sword’ They say
Honestly, if it weren’t the words
Pen would’ve been nothing
nor would’ve been the (S)word