Crossroads to Rebellion

A free thinker is always mocked by the Indian society.
Free is a word which never existed in this land.
No one is with you to hold your hand.
Feared by the society, your friends join the race.
A race in which your parents also tells you to chase.

A race which has no meaning to our existence on this earth.
A race which exits as soon as your birth.
At the end of the race, diamonds, gold and respect are showered upon you.
Satisfaction and meaning may or may not be true.

Free thinkers do not know of any race track.
They create an endless road of passion  which glitters when anyone steps on.
Happiness and laughter will never be gone.
Do what you love and do not have fear!
Some do, others shed a tear.

We must end this society full of pain.
Miseries created for personal gains!
Banks and software which are treated as warriors  in ancient time?!
Why should they be respected?
Are they making this world safe from crimes?!

End this dominance of pathetic jobs.
End commercialism to the highest degree.
Like animals, humans should also roam free!
If trapped like a tortured animal in a small cage.
Society,
Be ready for rebellion,
Be ready for rage!

False Beauty

Beautiful people belong in their beautiful perfect world.
We as low lives test them by being vile.
We reek of ugliness, even when we smile.
A glance in the mirror and we shatter and fall.
Imperfections such as being ugly and small.

Why do we share a common domain?
To cause us low lives agony and pain!
While they lead their happy lives,
We look upon them with tears in our eyes!

Only a lover or loner would think like this.
Our controlled mind and friends are enough for bliss.
Our body is a test for the character we play.
Beautiful people are not those who look good,
but the goodness in the  character which they portray

The Lioness's Jewel

Roaring into my heart is a woman.
A woman of fantasies , a woman of dreams.
Filled with emotions and expressions.
Cursed by time spent upon viewing.

Although her existence is void.
Her plush eyes are nailed in my mind.
Velvet hair which drifts behind.
Vivid smiles which brightens her laughter.

Roaming free and lavishing about.
Characteristics which I hate, no doubt.
Fate plays a great deal between us.
The seconds of glaze upon your face.
Heart raises its pace,
along with a stomach ache!

As I cannot capture her,
Her beauty will always be etched in my mind.
A rare gem like her will  be hard to find!