Month: December 2020

Faux-cus

I contemplate mistakes I once made
Sun shines yet I focus on the shade
I see the ashes of a fire once blazing
I close my eyes to all those gazing
I pick the rotten fruit off the tree
I see surroundings as places to flee
I see the spoiled soil of a green grass
A sad clown in a circu(m)stantial farce
I see the future, turn down the brightness
As I turn a blind eye to my short-sightedness

Z is the last letter.

Our Generation

Joke and smile as our world crumbles
Barely took our first step as we stumble
Promises lay hollow in a broken future
School of life with uncertainty’s tenure
We took truth away and bathe in glory
Passed stories and screens sell a story
Of superheroes and fantasy we consume
Living with dirt and holes in our costume

Next Generation

Named by the last letter of the alphabet
We see the sun rise but will we see it set
Too close to call and too high too fall
The lights dim and I see the curtain call

Factors.

There’s a time and a place
for a brave face
There’s a longing as fingers
of yours lingers
A sight of your eyes and smile
last forever while
An intrigue in the empty space
a high to chase
A heavy duty in words unspoken
traces of steps taken
A happy ending never certain
till we close the curtain
On a play with sentient actors
led by unseen factors

They blame you

They deplete your bank accounts
Blame the other as pressure mounts
They use slogans only to deceive
Blame red tape for the pain you receive
They sell dreams every four years
Blame sons for the mothers’ tears
They uphold the crumbling empires
Blame and shame alternative desires
They choose between life and death
Blame us till our last dying breath
They
Blame
You