Me, myself & I; I, me, mine… I, me, mine…

On a deserted highway, afar, sitting atop the dying tree of life
there’s a songbird that sings only sad songs
Even through scorching days and through the dead of night,
a band in one, abandoned, she sings for no one
The unlucky few are the lost wanderers just passing by,
hearing only melancholy for hours along
Me, Myself & I; I, me, mine…. I, me, mine…
You loved me once and hated me far too many times
I cannot believe I once thought I could call you all mine
All the times I sunk deep in love, all the way into your eyes
Me, Myself & I; I, me, mine…. I, me, mine…
I have this love for pain and this hate for love
and until my throat goes sore or my heart turns to stone
I’ll keep singing the same old stories in the tunes that I know
Me, Myself & I; I, me, mine…. I, me, mine…

Song to my Sunflower.

On a cold winter morning when the sky is as dim as it can be,
I hear my Daisy calling and dazedly staring at me.

In loneliness she keeps wailing and dancing as doldrum beats.
Yet worry not, my dandelion. Because as always, it’s just you and me.

And as you keep anxiously calling, for the Sun to rise and let you see,
Don’t forget to open your eyes my darling, because you make your own sunshine and make the light that sets me free.

So just like every morning, my marigold, keep staring at me.
Except this time around, sway to the rhyme of my song and smile so you can be seen.

Here lies, buried butterflies.

For the benefit of my sanity and my life,
I’m holding a funeral for a swarm of butterflies.
Can’t really blame them, I used to like the feeling when they were free to flutter and free to fly.
Flying from my stomach, all the way high to my mind,
all through the day and all through the night.

Until it made me lovesick, with no warning or even a sign.
It’s alright,
I do this on purpose and this isn’t even my first time,
The best part of pest control is that nothing kills these insects like writing a couple of cheesy lines that rhyme.
Because, instead of me, I’d rather they die
and for a change, let me be the one watching you cringe and watching you cry.

Cosmetics. Cos- Meh, Doesn’t tick.

All these pretty women on the gram, I see
Covering all their pretty like these covers from magazines.
Fallen prey to the standards of degenerates, I see.
Big boobs & thicc booty doesn’t mean real beauty, can’t you see?
Trying to be skinny but thick enough for a tight bikini, I see.
I’ve been wanting to tell this to a woman, that size don’t really matter to me.
Let me know if my standards are too high for you to beat,
But beautifulness is being you to the fullest, that’s really what I feel.
So Princess, don’t be obsessed & sellout instead, cause honestly, your beauty can’t be handled by no industry.

Consumer vulture.

Did you know that we’ve always had the things that we need?
Only that we weren’t paying attention so we failed to see it.
Like wearing heels just to feel few feet taller
But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re still two foot small.
So it doesn’t matter if in life you think like Hollywood
If all you want is attention then you’d get it but you’d never be understood
Don’t overstand trying to compensate for what you think you don’t have
The more you want, the more you feel lesser than who you really are
I didn’t make that up, I’m just stating Alan Watts’ Backwards law,
just here trying to remind you not to mind that feeling you got.
So don’t sell your time and energy for the things that can be bought
cause the things that you lose aren’t like the things that money can buy back.


I woke up in the morning crying out of bed,
Sometimes somethings in life are better left unsaid.
But that doesn’t mean all the tears I shed,
are any less real than this life that I dread.
I’m always playing catch up since I stopped popping all these meds,
I got caught in the crossfire & now I live with this bullet in my head.
I’m still able to walk & pretend like the rest,
Taking what comes my way and working with what I get.
Cause truth be told, life’s either blue or life’s either red,
And I wish I were colorblind so that I could put on a happy face instead.


Here’s what I’m not going to talk about in these verses,
Not about my compliments and all my curses,
Not that I have well wishers and even doubters,
Or about my mistakes, scars, bruises and abuses.

Cause I know we’re all human for the better or for the worse
and I know some might say otherwise just to confuse us,
Excluding and refusing, asking you to hate the rest.
But do you really expect me to believe you’re that clueless?

To forget we’re the same, even in all our differences.
Hating someone is actually a sign of hating oneself, isn’t it obvious?
It’s okay, you can refuse that, I’m not trying to force it,
Cause the truth is, peace & love can be pursued only by those who choose it.

Why diamonds are worth it.

Today, a friend of mine asked me why art almost always is about pain.
Instead, why don’t I write something that feels good for a change.
And as she was saying, her words start to weigh in,
I realised that all I ever did in life was complain.

So, on the occasion of the upcoming Valentine’s day,
I’ve decided to write about this woman I keep falling for again and again.
Like this uncontrollable obsession to make these lines all rhyme the same.
Because, let’s face it, I’m secretly a man-child with a five year old heart and a fifty year old brain.

She’s smart, funny, beautiful and everything a guy wants in a woman.
With pretty eyes that feels as deep and vast as the ocean.
Made of stardust, you might say just like the rest of us,
But you never made me realise why diamonds are worth breaking the bank again,
or even help me appreciate the magic of the pouring rain.

To say the least, this woman’s an absolute feast,
That I’ve never had a shot at since this began.
And as you can guess, just like anyone else, this absolutely drives me insane.
But that’s just how love works, for it can be given but never bought back for a bargain.

And since this art I make is from this heart that breaks,
I don’t expect you to feel good today for a change.
So until then, it’s the same old story and the same old complaints.

But guess what? Against all those odds, you still made it to THE END,
And I’d say, that’s one reason to feel good again.

Speech of the Devil and the Devil shall cheer

Forgive me father for I have sinned,
I’m here to confess but I don’t even know how to begin,
If only you knew what I did and where I’ve been,
I could spare you the words and you could spare me from this fear I live in.
You preached this lie that outlives you and can’t be unwritten.
I had seen it all so I decided that I’d drop by his place, you know, heaven.
Tested God in all his glory but I’m afraid it ended in a classic crucifixion,
And unfortunately, this time there won’t be another resurrection.
For now, I fear no one but myself and this devil that lives within.
I’m sorry to say father but I guess I just can’t be forgiven,
Since the one you worship I’m afraid is the one that has fallen,
and to that, let’s all say one last amen.
Oh, and I guess I’ll be making some changes to the workings of the confessional.
But there’s still time to figure that out, so until then,
Yours truly, Satan.


No matter how hard we try
for some reason I don’t know why
we all are addicted to this dope, if you know what I mean.
This drug we all induce, this drug called dopamine.
Delivered in devices and in our day to day vices
it’s a cry for help, can’t you see?
Like needlessly sticking needles in your head just to feel.
In the pursuit of instant gratification
numbing ourselves to actual satisfaction
don’t go around kicking doors just cause you lost the key.
For pain is the process,
perseverance is progress,
without struggle there’s no success,
these are cliches cause they hold true for both you and me.
So, reach out to the sky for growth
instead of overcompensating when you fall short
because you’ll never leap if you think about landing safely.
Even if it meant writing shitty poetry.