IF I WERE

If I were to just let my sanity fly away,

I’ll murder someone

Right here, right now.

If I were to snapped in sudden wrath,

I’ll shove you from the stairs,

With a smirk in my lips,

And a joy indescribable.

If I were to forget everything,

I’ll just take a step ahead,

From the edge of the roof of the highest building,

And let the ground embraces me

With a cold indifference,

A shattering bloodshot.

As easy as taking a breath,

It is easy to take a life.

Who want to be blame

for the failures of others?

Who want to take the fall

for someone else’s mistakes?

But in the end,

It is easy to point your finger,

Accusing others

Than to admit,

The fault is with you.

AS IT IS

This mind has been empty,

For quite a long time,

As this soul suffers in misery,

Trapped in this undesirable state,

Where all meaning of life seeped away,

Through all the lies, hate and anger

Sprouting in a sickening pace

Waiting to devour all senses from

Everything, everyone……..

Until only darkness remains,

That pitch black picture of despair,

Gloating over the defeated,

While this mind feels nothing,

Disassociating itself from reality,

Finding peace within itself,

From imagination,

From dreams,

From hopes,

Do not want to open our eyes,

Because the world is a stranger,

It is an enemy, a foe,

It should be shunned,

It should be thrown away,

Thus the philosophy of hopelessness speaks,

With its sophistry ideas and empty words,

It drives people mad,

It causes strife,

It brings evil.

SONGS OF VICTORY

When I was a child,
I was told to dream,
Of possibilities and chances,
A bright future of me,
Being who I want to be,
It's most exciting,
It's a wonderful time,
When I'm allowed to be whatever
I wanted to be,
And no one can ever bring me down,
From the blossoming clouds of my hope,
Of my hours in the sun.

Yet this soulless world,
Running on greed and gains,
Stepping on my dreams,
Make way through my heart,
Breaking the hope building in me,
That's what they called reality.

In this restless world,
That we aught to live,
Dreams is ended before it's blossomed,
To be a flower of hope,
For a better day,
And too many wishes under the moonlight,
Beneath the starry sky,
Seem to wither and cool,
In the warmth of the daylight.