this world is not your stage...

This one is for the people who try to control us through remote,run us according to their wish,turn off and on when they need to,press mute,don’t let speak our minds and hearts out,who want us to behave,who like us suffocating inside a mask and condemn putting our real self out to the world cz that may be kiddish,immature,stupid,anti-normal...
this one is for all manipulative people who think they are smart and practical…

Two threads tied,you hold them tight.
You set the stage,you advertise.
You are cruising to take control
like its your ****ing birth right.

A new show everyday,
you decide my role that your wit satisfies.
You pull the string a bit more
I work for you in ****ing disguise.

I want to break free like I was born,
these oppressive chains are not meant for me.
The threads you are trying to control with,
this puppet,I don’t hold your legacy.

I need to breathe in some fresh air,
show who I am,take away this snake’s fake skin out.
Why are you so afraid of truth?
Will  it be so offensive when I will speak my mind out?

beyond the usual...

Time is ticking out,
moments with you very few.
I have thoughts in my mind
giving away a little part of me to you.

Expectations I am putting aside,
satisfaction is the truth indeed.
Listening,forgiving,undersatnding,
trying to strengthen my soul by good deeds.

Giving onself to another,
though a thousand restrictions to stop.
I can't be God
but I am trying to be honest and true.
All I can say,I am putting my soul before you.

so live your life...:)

I am not a shooting star that I will burn up,
I am not a page of your history that will suddenly turn up.
I am certainly not what you have lost
but I can tell , I am undoubtedly the thing you never got.

You did try to close down the chapters
write a new one,tore the pages which had all me.
You did try to turn your back,
move forward,err,ahead was a mirror.

You thought I was a flower,
just one or two  days,I would die my death.
or perhaps a crazy thought
next time you open your eyes,oops,i was still there.

Silence was a key,silence was a wrath
but my silence was for the aftermath.
Now a new beginning,a new start
evolved life,brighter sun and moon,the brightest stars.

Get yourself a life,I have mine
curse,lament,try hard or pray,but
I am not your beauty,I am not your charm
and I am not,certainly not going to fade away.

and she was again lost to the shadows...

She may again take it to the bed
rise next morning with her dreams of quest.
She may again wander in agony
looking for directions in the starless sky.

She may again take a next chance
wine,dine,dance to the trance.
She may again cease to exist
annihilate her passion,lose her grit.

She may again...
but that "may" never came again
and she was again lost to the shadows...
shadows of metempirical pain.