Strings

Why are most of the songs on love?
Cause it's the most important thing people need?
Or is it the most easiest way to fool and exploit people of their money.

Is it because life is nothing without love?
Or is it because love sells more?

The singer, the writer do they mean what they sing, what they write?
The listeners do they try to grasp the meaning behind those words or does the music only reach their ears.

The passion they put into music, the concerts, the plays, the different versions of love described, sung.
None knows how many souls are really touched and how many just fool around..

How the hand that plays the guitar pulls the strings of our heart
How the singer we never met, speaks through his song to our soul
How the lyrics showcase our life's story, which happens to be untold

So many questions, yet the answers remain unknown..

Worth

I can't put love into words
Pain i can, very well
I can describe hurt, agony
In some of the many ways
But when it comes to love
Words fail me
Can't write, can't recite
Can't think, can't decide
All I do is
Look into those dark brown eyes
Remind self I'm living a dream
A dream which I never want to end
Freeze the moment
Grab hold , snatch ,
Take back the loosing time
My brain shuts down
My heart accelerates
And just stare into the vastness of those eyes
Like a baby gazing at the stars for the very first time
Like a teenager who's just learnt about galaxies,
Now searching one for his own
Like an adult looking at the never ending sea
And those eyes harbour the same
A never ending emotion
A lifetime of care
A love worth giving my life for...

Gender and Slumber

Yes, I have blemishes on my face
Acne here and there
Of different size and stage
Spots which cover most of my cheeks
My hair is a mess
Bushy, untamed.
My stomach gets bloated
Every alternate day.
My curves resemble flats
My thighs have never cared about any gap
I can't conceal, can't contour
I prefer my sandals to heels any day
I don't try to grab attention by making silly pouts
Neither do I care about the friends list on my social account

I don't believe in sticking to gender biased roles
All men aren't creepy
Nor all woman are idols of innocence
It ain't about the bracket of gender that decides your fate
Shallowness of the societal norms
Steals away the basic humanism from crowd
The figure in your bank account can only pamper your ego
Empathy but not sympathy is what you require
To treat others as an equal
So glance into the depth of your soul
Shake your conscience
Wake it up from its slumber

Aftertaste

In the past few days
There's someone losing their father to a long standing ailment.
Someone losing their mom due to sudden turn of events.
One losing his mental health,
Another one has to do away from physical well-being.
One nursing the wounds given by others,
One caressing the self inflicted cuts.
One giving his life for someone he loves, another gifting death to his own.

The past few days
Have shown me the essence of life
It's variables, the myriad of emotions
Splash of adversities and blessings
Thrown at each one of us.

The lessons we learn living
Smooth rides, and hardships alike
Destruction making way for glorious remake
At times sweet goings, with bitter aftertaste.