Of Nerds and Shepherds

What does the future hold for us?
Will we be machines or men?

Pumping ourselves full of information
Regardless of its relevance.

As the times change,
I hope humanity remains.

Will we be a flock of sheep,
Led by robots as shepherds?

Or consuming electronic chips
Only to be deluded by the wealthiest of nerds?

“We the people! We the people!”
Bleating on the streets like Sheeple.

Summoning for the gruesome torture,
By uniformed soldiers of the administrator.

The present isn’t any peaceful either,
But how efficiently will we survive the future?


Do You Read?

“Do you read?”
A question most people ask.

So, “Do you read?”
And understand the thoughts
Your close ones have incarcerated?

“Do you read?”
To find out if that smile is real or fake?

The emotions they’ve been masking
For all this long, so you could shine.

“Do you read?”
So you know what they
want you to see.

“Do you read?”
So you know where
you can really be.

The sacrifices people made,
So you could have the luxury.

“Do you read?”
The regrets buried
underneath their pride?

“Do you read?”
Their despair that
now no longer can be repaired?

Read through their eyes as they behold
Their world burn so they can light yours.

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