To oneself, to all self

Think of the struggling
juggling days
You keep reminiscing
What if you had it your way?
Don’t let that move you
Let that confuse you
Let that mix up the spinless emotion that pushes you to the edge of the scene
And reminds you about one thing!

Where did you start from?
Why did you start at all?
Why didn’t you let it fall?
Why you couldn’t let down your gaurd even when you heard the call
It’s your right, your fight
Living the dream the next day or tonight
Keeping calm is delusional
Committing harm is a sin
And you’ve got to mean it unless you win
Win for yourself
Win for the glory
Win for the people who give a damn about your story
Don’t forget about them, push them, stop believing in em

Stay steady as a sniper
Skilled like the piper
In this town of fighters
Tumbling down like a can of peanuts
Peanuts just peanuts
Is that your worth?
What is your worth?
Think your a pile of dirt?
Don’t think so,just do so.

Come thinker

 

Ideas are like ironies
They come with such force
But end up like tragedies
Cause the people who tell you
That it’s going to come true
Are the people who pull you down
Slowly, where there’s nothing new
To think about,

hear em out,

shout out aloud

 

Stay focused, little man
Fight em hard, hard as you can
Wake up to the heavy headedness
Speak to your body, you better confess
That you’re done with the shit
That’s been pulling you down
Making people see you
Like a carnival clown

 

Open those eyes
Open the rhythm
With that slick attitude
Like a poisonous venom
Feel the anger surging through you
Feel it calm when you’ve crossed that line
Work hard like the sun shines
Cover every place on the globe
Make yourself believe that
You are your last hope

 

Roy

 

 

I’m an outcaste

Here you are
Sitting on a chair

People start judging you
From the legs to your hair
They’ve been at it
Since a long time
Cutting you out
When you’re spitting your last rhyme

As a kid, nobody told me
Nobody controlled me
I was set free
To be what I wanted to be
But I don’t know what’s good for me
I don’t know what’s there to see
I’m on the edge of an edge
That is made by me
Because I can’t confess
Cause no one has the time to listen to me!

Always pushed around
Pushed back
Have to work twice as hard
Run hard on the track
Flexing the muscles
Flexing the brain cells
Till you hit the sack!

I’m still running
On this empty track
Made fun off
Just so that they have something to yap
Don’t give it to them
Don’t give in
Everytime they want to poke me
Uppercut them to the chin

Yeah, it’s hard
It’s hard to be you
It’s hard to do the things that you want to do
That you love, respect and would die for it
Don’t waste your time listening
to them, not for one bit

Be happy when you fall down
Into an empty cup
You got to face your deamons
You got to face your fears
Cause you got to be angry
If you ever want to get back up!

Roy

Enough of the bullshit

So here I am, writing finally because I kept backspacing all the poetic lines before this post. Trying to find a job all so that I can buy myself an electric guitar. It’s great you know, when you look at it from the outside, this guy can write, sing, do poetry, play an instrument, take good pictures, has a knack for the creative things in life. That’s all great you know but I just can’t figure out where I’m heading. Meaning I’m good at whatever I do and if I’m not il slog my ass off to do better but its just this tough road that I’m on. Everytime I feel like giving up, something deep inside me mysteriously tells me: “you listen up boy, your going to bring about a change and your going to be there where people would appreciate your work!’ But that is so hard to believe. I trust myself, dream big and I’m a hard worker.

Well sometimes I’m like fuck yeah, I don’t give a fuck I’m going to ram through that wall. But at times I’m like, ouch that hurts man!

I can make myself better. I can do things, I have that urge to go out there and make them happen. Got to work harder, extra harder. Let my anger fuel my focus and concentrate on the moment.

I want to live my life to the fullest, and the best part is I haven’t started yet.

Roy

Social hoes

Tell me something
Something that hasn’t been said
Tell me where I’m going
Tell me a place that won’t fade
What are we here for?
When no ones ever sure?
About the life we’re living
Like Walking on a glass floor

Where are we going
Where are we going friend?
When is this road ending?
What else is left to defend
What do you mean by hunger?
Is it your latest trend?
Come and leave all your vice
Cause here you don’t have to pretend

What are you smiling for?
Smiling at my face
Don’t smile anymore
If there’s no love in it no trace
Did you drink all the week
Do you feel sublime?
Do you have anything else to speak?
Do you feel all so devine

Where are we going
Where are we going friend?
When is this road ending?
What else is left to defend
What do you mean by hunger?
Is it your latest trend?
Come and leave all your vice
Cause here  you don’t have to pretend

LA LA LA LA LA
Pretend, pretend, pretend, pretend

Steam

There was something i wanted to tell

But its impossible, stuck in this shell

Caged, trapped an left to be

A soul adrift at sea

Waiting to end up on the sea shore

After years of peace

If there was any other statement people like making

On myself, my clothes, my style as a whole

Pushing me, making me a troll

I’m still happy and walking up tall

Because its time everyone knows it all

That what I’m saying is true

That i am being more like me

And less of you

Roy

Monochrome moments

Just trying to add damn meaning to life.

Oh look, comfort and meaning is there, quite far though.

ARTWORK:4 ; CARTOON FACES

To all those faces who have made me laugh, cry,booed,made fun off,and just were there and went away. There are always people who make you who you are; contribute to your character build up. You feel like letting them go, be faded memories but they just don’t go because they are encoded in you; a part of you. For me to convey my emotions to you in not a great artistic form is make the faces cartoons, why? Because they are much simpler to understand. Beauty can be comprehended and given importance to the simpler things in life as well.

I have taken inspiration from the Demon King Ravana from the epic “Ramayana”.
Perplexed with a lot of anxiety and anger and dwindling emotions, there is a lot one can say about life at every moment.
Roy