Barfi
When you refuse to see, the suffering staring right at you, And don’t even blink, thinking it doesn’t really concern you, When you fail to appreciate, any image your eyes just took, You are no different, and no better, than
Knock Knock
It took a long time to realise this is where I should really be, And I know there’s no reason to believe the one outside is me, If today is the day you’ll open, there’s just no way of knowing,
I Do
The eyes are moist, but I know they do not for anything weep, Just that, imprinted images are the hardest memories to keep, You let them flow away believing there will be something new, But there isn’t anything new, you
Is There
Not to throw, whatever we can against the wall, Not to mouth, every profanity we can quickly recall, Not to vent out, pent up frustration into the community, Anger is there, to test our affinity for serenity. Not to cover
Fred Claus
The little boy was more confused than ever before, Surely a festival must mean something more, What his grandpa said, seemed to make little sense, It seemed like something badly conjured up in defence. So he went back to nagging