The plant For-Soaked
The roots of the crown Are now rising above the ground The stalks of the creed Are now lessening beneath the heeds The fruits of the sorrow Are now soaring over …
Lets begin How a Kiss really Feels! When the lips are cold and the warmth is hold, the lips falling off, on the loving role. When you feel your heat, …
Forecasted for the moments Quelling through the spacing rents The symbol of lively nearness Is just a part of the void vents When you see me seeking you You show me …
The roots of the crown Are now rising above the ground The stalks of the creed Are now lessening beneath the heeds The fruits of the sorrow Are now soaring over …
Bhaiya You don’t seem to be protective at all, You don’t even defend me when the cousins start mocking me, you don’t even scold my colleagues who bully me, You never …
The roots of the crown Are now rising above the ground The stalks of the creed Are now lessening beneath the heeds The fruits of the sorrow Are now soaring over …
The roots of the crown
Are now rising above the ground
The stalks of the creed
Are now lessening beneath the heeds
The fruits of the sorrow
Are now soaring over the barrow
The leaves of the needs
Are now fluttering over the streets
The grown foliation of schist sanity
Are now alienating the gneisses humanity
The soil of fecund personalities
Are now barring the prolific individuality
The droplets of pious deeds
Are now decaying all the righteous seeds
The brains of the boggling ichor
Are now thinking about to conquer
So what do we do now, bring some petrichor to our veins now,
Coz the purity of breath is stupored
So smell it with every sniff of haze now.
Or keep life on the strike, so can bring the feeds to our reach now.
Or live it alike to the craze,
So we can talk over the road now.
Or give it always a break,
So everything can fix now.
Or think before the coming spring
Coz everything is gonna scatter now
Just stop irrigating it
Coz it’s just a poisonous sap
Growing a plant of demoniacal reflections
Can never be a valuable hash.
Maybe the summers bring shine to it
Or may get screwed by the praised
Maybe the winters keep it fade
Or may get even flaccid and vague
So break
The chain of recycling the needy
Is just playing a part of a greedy
You may not say it freely
But the truth is really creepy
It’s not the world that makes you blind
It’s just your eyes that are sleepy.
Shout unless you make it to your etiquette Unless your deportment is not questioned anymore. The mien may not be a botheration but the demeanor breathes the legacy. So …
Shout unless you make it to your etiquette
Unless your deportment is not questioned anymore. The mien may not be a botheration but the demeanor breathes the legacy. So Shout, Play harder, do not victimize your hood, the card will just shatter you more, instead, Shout. Just Shout off the coercion acts, Shout off the suppressed hads, even the contempt, the regular slang hitting your esteemed stang. Never clench your hold heretofore! You were never you anymore! You haven’t breathed yourself before! Just let it go to the core and prove yourself a better evildoer, but Don’t pause, coz you have to Shout more.!!!
Get into it, stir yourself more up to the subliminal need. It’s okay if you came up softly, it’s okay if you are taught to speak softly, it’s okay if you behave softly, cause you are the most peaceful creation of this sphere, you are born to make everything soft and beautiful! Dissolve every uproar into your softness that’s your strength.
And If you are taught this way then spread this content to every man or your so-called boy or son you termed as a kid at his oppressive mien out there. Shout “softly” in their ears!! unless they won’t get the meaning of being soft and every particular synonymous word used for being gentle. Shout “softly” in their ears!!
We have had never thought that the “SON” would be so darker for this earth!!! No tweets, no feeds, not even write something here, nothing can partake in any change, only if you can scream your ass out “softly” in those eardrums coz you have been instructed to cultivate softness into your valley so sow this softness out into the ears of every son who just don’t know the word or every synonymous tail of being gentle and then reap Softness and bang that softness at their face and don’t forget to to to be “soft”.
I hope you know now how to be soft to the society of those “sons” who enshrined darkness in the illuminating horizon.
It will never end, and so you.
Never stop and shatter yourself, teach them to be soft and every synonymous the rear tail and the front head of being gentle.
So Shout “softly” in their ears!!