six feet under

Fireballs rain down to the hearts

Cleanse all the egos here into vapor

This world has become filthy and selfish

But, nobody love anyone anymore

Everyone is content to fake a life

Chasing everything that glitters

Chasing everything that got no souls

Chasing everything that bursts like bubbles

With so many onlookers to cheer upon

As well as to mock same way

Finds great pleasure to bask in glory

Even if it is at the cost of all values

There are only place for winners

As it’s all about numbers game

So the show has to keep going

Without feelings or doubts

Only the  results matters

Misguided convincingly to pursue

Every destiny, which are forbidden

Deeply injected with loads of arrogance

Goodwill narrowly iced on top for showbiz

No time for loved ones or hated ones

No time to patch up or to forgive

No time to apologize or to smile

No time to think or to forget

No time to sleep or to rest

No time to care anyone

Time is there to feel depressed

Time is there to get spoiled

Time is there to break up

Time is there to celebrate it

Time is there to meet all others

Time is there to forge new relations

It is a damn race towards achievements

Keeping eyes on rivals movements

Plotting and playing all dirty tricks

To halt others upward growth

When the curtain draws to a close

The trophy cabinets become worthless

Numbers will look totally irrelevant

As only, six feet under matters

This poem is reflection of my mind at times,when i find no desire to chase like others and just wish to find the a land with tranquil aura to survive far away from all the bonds.