there are tornadoes in wisconsin
uprooting trees and stories
history remains stoic
apathetic to lovers and poets
a news flash, a heart attack, a gun clash, a breakdown
there are wails that make no sound
there are birds in aizwal that fly
cascades in the forest that stand dry
an old gun slinger that still tries
a girl with a dragon tattoo that cries
everyone lives while everyone dies
there is a statue of virgin mary where her eyes hide lies
her tears lost in the rain
silences that drive people insane
running to get aboard the home bound train
feigning and conditioned to pain
there are millions of us
and millions of stories
we keep pushing ourselves to wipe away as many tears as possible
struggling to run faster than time which we are already running short of
trying to touch as many lives as possible
not just to be the laugh at the party but the hug afterwards
not just the photo op of the masses but the ears for the words spoken rarely
the fist raised high; higher than the oppression
the punches that are blood soaked, containing plasma of evil
fighting for the daredevils and dreamers
but then i am also the blood sucking deranged monster
the personification of your nightmare
the ghost of the christmas past
the one that enters your…
last; the last man standing
come join me
i am the cult of personality
your now is a facade, i am your reality
we are the real believers
fuck your gods & preachers
there are me scattered in stories you hear
often when people are drunk or in corner whispers
i am in parts, and yet apart
none of them are me, yet all of them are.
i am the past of your stories,
the present of your thoughts
and the tales of your future
that will be unshared yet contained in you forever
i am the martyr that takes the fall
i am the demo god that stands tall
gouging on eye balls, making love less love, smiling, cussing, bullying
i am you and i am all
yet none of the above
the option d in mcqs
the first person on lists of stars and solitude
good bye
muah
and a fuck you too.
which one will you believe?
am i the nightmare or the dream?
the one you should run away from, or the one you allow tonight to make you scream?
the sun escapes, and the light dies
remember, even believe has a lie.
the light exits, i enter the night.
drink on my lips of truth/lies tonight.
मंच 