The Cynic Communtity

 Comfort N Fantasy ~Miss A Over the top, near the clouds, looking at the sea and the hound of light, Over all the ginormous quest of looking out, clearly gone without a fight, In the comfort of purring winds, as if a princess dazzling the sequins, Cray-cray the world, it's all a fantasy, midst of mews, a true queens. True fiction arises in two forms, the beast of pain, and the room of clueless, There's nothing mediocre, mediocrity is made for reality, dreamy not ruthless, To chase impossibility knowing only right, stupidity with chaos, going in spirals, A Summers-Sangria, Autumn-Amaretto, Scotch-Spring and just Water for Winter. Taste as vivid as yesterday, but where has the day been, so-so gone in dillydally, Lost in a genuine deceit, and where was the last seventy years, done silly-sally, Totally brainwashed by feel good movies and songs, by all those sweet-endings, Watching life just pass by, with a glimpse of hope in the escape, lord these cravings. Where is the sanity, let...

Put In The Hours  ~Miss A. Here I see her on the screen, on the stage gracing her expressions, And here I am, in the audience, with a gentle smile for entertainment, Glistering through the images, I had once, for you lived both worlds, Scared and fighting to remember the next moves, all forgotten suddenly, The hooting is an assurance, a stance for more confidence to let you get it, All in seconds mind can't remember, but the body flows, a moment of sigh. I'm hooting for you too, even though next seat radiates no damn,  Don't worry just I'm just in time, I can see though, but not everyone can, Beneath the layer of foundation, there's a constant shiver, restlessness turning rhythm, The audience sits as the judge, posing their understanding, not the hours behind, After the first act, I see you fully, keeping behind the worries and concentrating, On the moments now and only, feels like life, feels like you've been slumber.  For the second act, the differences betwee...

 Hello Who? India : No way home I remember the lyrics we sang on top of our lungs, our national anthem, the song that told us stories of amazing diversity and inclusion of individuality, tradition, culture and the pledge that all Indians are brothers and sisters. The politics of our country has stared to make me doubt it.  Where do I go, where is my home? If I remember correctly a home is a place where one feels safe, but I'm in constant fear of religion and language chaos, comes haunting to me in reality. I might be wrong at places, and I'll be happy to correct me. When I was five, I realised, our culture didn't respect women's throught, it respected out bellittlement. A good women should be someone, who's lips are taped, is a good sandbag, and in public ethereal in the sarees and traditional dresses, that perfectly hides her bruises.  I am from Bihar, and though culturally rich, it faces the same issue of women as leaders as a naysay. Struggled there, understood w...

 No Scope ~Miss A How is it that everything taught to the core, Is now in disbelief, not ready to attend the lure, Fantasies sound childish, where I'm all about the tempt, Still the same personality, but inexcusable. Why should I apologize, where its not my place, Why should I limit myself, I've never bound me, why you? But it seems this new found boldness is questionable, Telling to doubt me, lord give me strength not to cower, There is weight in words, and this general irrigation is circling, Hurting people in ways, I shouldn't think of, But I'm in the right, sadly right is not the way, Was better before, when didn't know brutality. Joined by virtues of a flower, I'm not sure I'm that, But with this new perspective, I don't even wanna be that, Misogyny is deep rooted, and unsettling, Why does my normality, sound like a protest, Why is this war so long, until how long do I fight, In the end, I'll be alone, and killed for being alone. Who do I look u...

  Associate To ~Miss A It's 11:11, and I feel a sudden burst of energy, Everything feels better for a second, the surge, the synergy, Clouds that hovered and drained me of all positively, Have sighed, and let me soak in the midnightly, What's for me to lose anyway, never had a solid hand, These quirks and scribbles won't dwindle me on thy demands, Found a new face, all swelled by the hypocrisy, It's settled down, and I know, in the end it's this bitch-sy.  Seeing you once, heals something in me I didn't know broke, But looking is not enough, wanna try the sweet fruit as in the quote, All these symmetrical painted petals, seems too far and un-catchy, It's the scent, something that pulls even in unconsciously, For an incredible obsession with punk, goth; you make me think princesses-sey, . all pink, like a baby bird, goto ball dances and Odysseys I'll be proud, for nothing deters me, but this one I'll be willing to retry, tough-eh, You make me feel lik...

More than me ~ Miss A Selfish and sworn to self, a new dawn seems punishing, But when I see you, what is me and what is I, And again, now I here, keep thinking, Could I steal this sand, and change it to anything you'd like, Too lazy myself, but I see hurry to break a sweat, Hope you get everything you wish for, Hope you won't have questions of what I couldn't, I hope your heart is filled with content, that's all. I can't fight your fights, your hustle is part mine, You'll never know a secret admirer and a fan, Who keeps on cheering on you, now and forever, No quotients in return, your happiness is my win, I will stand there, proud and tall, your mistakes my incompetence, Forgive me too, for it's my first and last life here, Very comfused how, something could become so dear, I let you go, find your places, even when I wish to keep your near. You're not even mine, how do I still end up taking decisions for you, Don't even know if you'll like it or ...