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
Floodgates
Unlike the leaves of autumn, that see fit, to fall in only one season, Very unlike the swinging moods of winter, that shift for no reason, Not at all like the hunger of summer, that doesn’t spare even the moon,
Escape
People mistakenly think the darkest hour, is the one before dawn, The darkest hour, is one at which hope has finally withdrawn, Without hope, helplessness is the only player still in the game, But with nobody to play against, the
Highway to Pandora
I was hitchhiking my way, when the samaritan came along, I smiled at him, seeing no harm in walking as a throng, Only on seeing lonely wayfarers dying, did the thought finally occur, On how every fellow traveller was company
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