THINKER'S WORLD

It was like music when it rained. Pretty amusing when I gained. Very abusing when it dawned, That all of it; was a game. I heard the music when it rained. I sip on gold, I sip on fame, My own desires in a frame, My all emotions in a flame, I should have known, it wasn’t water when it rained! I think, I say. I say, I think. I was so thoughtful before it came. And I wanted to dance, when it rained. I thought you heard. I called your name. All my love, All in vain. I was so happy when it rained. Now I am still. Now I am cold. I lose all power that I hold. And now I am desperate. Now in drain. I long for that music when it rained. I fooled myself in the fooling game. I heard the music when it rained.

I am a Prince who never has to think. Whatever I want comes within a blink. I eat all I can and I am always full. I have all the toys that are so beautiful. While playing all day long if I feel hungry. I can eat the chocolate leaves off a chocolate tree. The sweet smelling flowers are made of candy. And the white sugary rivers flow milk it seems. I could have all these in my land of Dreams. My big palace gives shelter from the sun. And my clothes are made of silk, the best ever spun. None sleep hungry in the kingdom that I rule. When I am cold during winter, I wear clothes made of wool. With snow I make ice-creams as winters are so cool. And some trees bear fruits of toffee and cream roll. The land of happiness and fun is the one that I own. As you hear about this, I know your face beams. But I truly have all this in my land of Dreams. I don’t mind the scorching sun that burns my face. This pavement turns into a palace when night wins...

I fold my hands in the Temple, I chant prayers in the Mosque, I kneel down in the Church. Only to find Myself, As I am in search. I killed a thousand Doves And burnt those Olive trees. The Pigeons are all gone, As I set the Beasts free. This all I did in Love, As I love Thee. My hands are wet and red, As many have bled. I did this in your love. And only your love has Led. I sacrificed so many, to Preach about you. I know you Bless me, I make you Proud. As I behead anyone who opts out of this crowd. I fold my hands in the Temple, I chant prayers in the Mosque, I kneel down in the Church. I just found Myself, But am still in search.

How cool is that, be an insane. Peace is the treasure, that you will gain. I see your world, but I don't see the world. Because there is a shadow, of what had rained. Love, Truth and Honesty, is like an old man. Run down by a car, driven by a sane. With the speed of Greed, Lust and Power. Some still believe, Love will shower. How cool is that, be insane. People call me nuts. As I see the trust, thrown out from in-between the sane butts. Flushed out, by their distilled blood, into the drain. How cool is that, be insane. I see the sane. The good or bad, they cannot think. Money is stuffed, in place of ink. I feel insane. Ha! Ha! And I regret none. It's gonna be Dark, and its just begun. How cool is that, I love to be an insane. To forget the Hurt, Betrayal and Pain. I will always, Love being Insane.

Oh! My love, In the name of love. Give your dedication and watch me shrug. I have your respect but I treat you like a bug. I never had a girlfriend in my life. But I guess you are a lot less for me to strife. Oh! My love, In the name of love. No beauties ever looked my way. But, if you don’t agree its highway. My ego is bigger than your love. Let them treat you like a princess but you ain’t a dove. Oh! My love, In the name of love. I can call you names, your love in flames! You have to be one of my tames. Don’t mind, I am lame. Who cares if you are a dame! I have to be the one for you. For you are so useless, you never knew. It’s my love for you, for you, forever. Nothing great, it’s just a favor. Oh! My love, It’s all in the name of love.

For quite some time, this question has been bothering me: “What are we made of?”. In a world, which is rapidly running out of basic human emotions and expressions, isn’t this, the most obvious question! Some may answer, “ scientifically speaking,  we are made of flesh and bones; or  morally speaking,  we are made of our values.” While, some others may say, “we are made of our social surroundings.” But are we really made of all these things and more, or is there a very basic element that links us to one another? I mean, my elder sister and I share the same zodiac sign yet we do not have anything that can be even remotely similar. We should share some zodiac traits because aren’t people of the same sun sign supposed to? Our only link is the bloodline. Yet, my question is not about a link or connection through zodiacs, bloodlines, races, classes, regions, and least of all, religions. There is something, which is much nobler and much greater than all of th...