Now days, I sit with push buttons rather than a pen
I sit with my phone rather than a friend
Elections over head, women fighting over men
Who is gonna win? I guess none.
Empty diaries, mum told me to to keep my feelings to myself
Empty bottles, 100 Days Of Summer still sitting on my top shelf
Nah! It’s just water, I am not an alcoholic
and I keep bookmarks on my phone, ironic?
Pinned pages, never referred to again
The days pass by, all in vain.
And I know, the famous series I am so much into will not take me anywhere
But this thing you know, which I am forbidden to write about, never mind! Who would even care?
And I know plugging earphones and shutting everyone out wouldn’t help either
when the yelps are getting louder and the truth is getting eager!
And this thing, which I am forbidden to talk about is beating Fast and Furious
It scares me, makes my brain delirious!
But it’s out of my hands, because it’s in my veins now,
dense and dark, making me pure now.
Well yeah our lives revolve around that word somehow!