Society.

In the name of society,

You do such deeds.

You feel no pity,

What is it that you need?

Is it in you inherent?

We call you our parent.

Our dreams are crushed,

And when we try to talk,

We are hushed.

With all our dreams left unsaid,

A part of us inside, cries.

A part of us inside, dies.

Our heart is the place where the broken dreams now reside,

We’re now just bodies breathing,

Because our soul has died.

-Abhishek Gupta

Imperfection.

You are nuke.
I am a desolated isle.
Disastrous together? No.
We’re the perfect combination of imperfections.
-Abhishek Gupta

Remedy.

I thought it was a remedy.

Because everyone said it was.

A remedy for the pain I had in my heart.

That’s what I heard love was for.

But instead, yet again.

It intoxicated my heart with a toxin.

That killed me even more from inside.

This remedy, now I realize, wasn’t worth the take.

As it gave me even more heart ache.

-Abhishek Gupta