A hope less life

Don't hope for the 'extra ordinary' . Reality will smack you in the face. Real hard & real bad.

When you're down and almost out,

You look above and begin to doubt,

You've almost given up, but you hope,

And then you begin climbing that rope.

You're in a different world altogether,

All troubles, all worries just get better,

You smile and think its gonna be fine,

There you've reached on cloud number nine.

 

Hope then takes you to belief,

Where to smile, you fake relief,

You hope against the possible worst,

Till it all collects and then just bursts.

 

Now you wish you hadn't hoped,

Cause your done, dusted and choked,

You should have learned from "Evil-Kneviel",

Cause now you know, that hope is f*cking evil.

I don't remember the date. But I wrote it during a lec in my final year of college. (Hemant Kombrabail's lec).

Shackles of Freedom

I'm not anti-establishment or anti-government... its just that I'm fed up of the system and this is what I drew inspiration from back then.

We call ourselves a democracy,
But are we living in hypocrisy?
Why proclaim "freedom of speech",
If we practice what they preach?

Freedom, curtailed by limitations,
Work best for these fucking politicians.
Statures and statues built in their name,
For this is their claim, to power and fame.

Now, they crib about Reality Television,
Against our "culture", they seek regulation.
Over in Parliament, they debate and decide,
While our farmers out here, commit suicide.

With terrorism, rape and honour killing,
Our country sure seems progressing.
And about issues and acts of violence,
All tough talk, ends in silence.

After sixty years of independence,
And freedom controlled by governance,
In what we call, a diverse state,
A fascist regime, may soon seal our fate.

31/7/2009