The topic has probably been talked about extensively on the internet and otherwise, but for me it is very close. I live with the baggage of being nice every day, with every kind of adjustments and sacrifices, some meager some big but all... hurtful.
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A bottle of Johny Walker and you're hooked
But is that the only purpose of their existence
Your convenience, comfort , unworthy of your benevolence?
Altruists will confirm this
The exhaustion from their loved-ones they derive
Amicable men and women
Fodder for the world to serve and thrive
Adapting to the wills of others
Breathing to be liked and loved
By the pretentious brutes who
Bring tears to your eyes and hearts
How easy it is to be so nice
Just shut up, Just survive
Just endure and take it in
Keep all your pains within
No one needs to know what you think
No one cares to know what you feel
You're the best drink they've ever had
And now your bottle will be emptied
Your life's a blessing, but no one needs to know
You're a savior, but no one cares to show
You're the one who trusts and suppresses comments acrid
You're the one who loves and is taken for granted
And so you die an early death
Your funeral pyre burning out, alone
And in the end you're back to the land
With water and fire, mud and.. you're foregone
Your eyes which filled your golden cups
Now pours no more of that sweet nectar
Your ears that heard every criticism
From your life's various spectators
Your fingers that touched the only dame
Your heart desired from the bottom
Your lips that parted only for
Your lost love, never forgotten
The cigarette butts you canned
The ashes of your life
The long desired sleep in solitude
Which is finally here, tonight
The sleep of a million years, a million light-years away
Is finally here... tonight
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2014-11-26 at 22:02
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The Good Die Young
The scent of peaches and of a new bookA bottle of Johny Walker and you're hooked
But is that the only purpose of their existence
Your convenience, comfort , unworthy of your benevolence?
Altruists will confirm this
The exhaustion from their loved-ones they derive
Amicable men and women
Fodder for the world to serve and thrive
Adapting to the wills of others
Breathing to be liked and loved
By the pretentious brutes who
Bring tears to your eyes and hearts
How easy it is to be so nice
Just shut up, Just survive
Just endure and take it in
Keep all your pains within
No one needs to know what you think
No one cares to know what you feel
You're the best drink they've ever had
And now your bottle will be emptied
Your life's a blessing, but no one needs to know
You're a savior, but no one cares to show
You're the one who trusts and suppresses comments acrid
You're the one who loves and is taken for granted
And so you die an early death
Your funeral pyre burning out, alone
And in the end you're back to the land
With water and fire, mud and.. you're foregone
Your eyes which filled your golden cups
Now pours no more of that sweet nectar
Your ears that heard every criticism
From your life's various spectators
Your fingers that touched the only dame
Your heart desired from the bottom
Your lips that parted only for
Your lost love, never forgotten
The cigarette butts you canned
The ashes of your life
The long desired sleep in solitude
Which is finally here, tonight
The sleep of a million years, a million light-years away
Is finally here... tonight
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 770 times
Written on 2014-11-26 at 22:02
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