fleeting-rainbow

Once again, The ballot boxes are on a roll again, Pull on the iron chains We play your panic game, Feel so high and embrace your sane, Only to live for a regret That we could have had thought again. You and your battery powered puppies, Bribe us for their little tickets, String us like handicap plastic puppets, In the name of religion they become our prophets. Years pass on... A stroke of amnesia for your policies, You're barking words out loud off the holy podium, Driving the truth away from reality Think of us and the next starving millions, This land is dying for some water, The little kids on decayed bread:they clutter an

I look at the world today It seems it has never seen a bright day Many things I wanted to say But I have given it all away Now I see a dark sun And wish it would have had never come My limbs are cold and the blood got frost As I wait for the dawn of another holocaust Then I see the hungry dogs of war..their guns they make a bloody blast The war goes on time cant deny The war goes on as the tears go dry When everybody's history...for whom will you cry? The people here trade lives for a cent And there is no safe place for the innocent.. Don't you feel when ur brothers shed blood? They kill for peace and fight for religion And ma

Conformity leads to the deadening of an individual's creativity and energy. "I lost because I spoke the truth".   Conformity finds it's solace in protecting and nurturing the populist sentiments.Given a choice,an individual can either follow the road pointed at by the people,or explore the wilderness around him on his own.Unfortunately,he chooses the former,as it may give him a sense of security in monetary terms,makes him socially acceptable and popular,etc.His act of catering to people's wishes blunts his own appetite to discover and use his innate creative power and energy to paint the yet unexplored vistas.    An individual has power

The Turnip's Wreckage Cerebral vaccuum With a heart heavier than a stone Waning scene painting blur visions Like a portrait captured in a spider's web Don't listen to your friends They'll please and comfort you Don't listen to your friends They know nothing about you But they'll please and comfort you To make you feel happy And this may make you feel complacent Sap your instincts Not wanting you to fight back Make you slip even further You'd rather sit beneath the sun and burn Than bear the wreckage of their accidental turn You'd rather sit beneath the sun and burn Than bear the wreckage of their accidental turn © fleeting-