Life

She’s here to stay or let’s say
She’s here to slay me
It’s like trying to out pace the inevitable
All the emotions she shows to me
More like poses of a model directed towards a camera called my heart
All the editing and the touch ups to her faces
Done in a supercomputer call her brain
And if ghost busting was a trophy hunting sport
She already had me ghosted
Roasted like coffee beans
Eventually directly tossed into garbage bin
It’s not about him or her
Nor the question what or why ?
Everything centred around pronoun “I”
” Is it me or is it getting crazier out there ? is also not question to be asked”
Cuz I know for sure it was always this crazy out there
My parents put me in a bubble
Where truth and honesty were real
And she’s trying to bust that bubble
Trying to put back in the trouble… From which I’m trying to escape

-N.B.

Crisis ?

I'm weak, Kill me
There's a wire running down my spine
It tells me what to do most of the time
At times even it is clueless
So I nervously laugh, sigh, maybe smile a little bit
At the extreme end I'll call you tell you how I feel
And suddenly I lose all my steam
System back to normal again
Lack of self esteem?
The fear grows on the inside
Do I seem stupid? Or am I stupid?
The people who I call my mine…
Do they judge me every single time?
Am I a really complex being or a silly chaotic human thing?
Or is it the just a moment like monsoon clouds over sunshine
Sometimes it feels like it's me against the world
And the people of this world never went to school
The only rule that's followed here is the jungle rule
So I clenched my fist
Swing a punch in the air
And I mumble… So be it! Me against the world  
-N.B.