When I see around. I realize we all are living with the bunch of stupid people, under the supervision of those people and moreover we chose those people and at last we are the one who complaint to them about the problem which they don’t listen.
Okay, let me correct myself here. We don’t just have problem, we have PROBLEMS
– Complaint about inequality
but we are the one who used to call a person with his cast and when the same happens with us, its partiality for us.
– Complain about poverty
but we are the one who used to bargain with the small vendors for a single penny because we don’t want to give a rupee extra.
– Complain about higher prices
but we are the one who try to save income tax through different measure because it is our money, isn’t it?
– Complain about injustice
but we are the one who don’t say or do a single thing when something wrong is happening in front of our own eyes because we think ‘why to invite a trouble.’
– Complain about ‘level of living’
but we are the one who always compare ourselves with others. We want to be like others but don’t want to work like them and only complain about our condition with fate.
Wow, do I need to explain who is stupid here.
It’s a fucked up world
What do we get?
Sex and love and guns,
light a cigarette.
Fuck the problems.
Is it ?
I see things and most of the times I try to relate with them. When I see people complaining I used to ask a question from myself, “What the hell is wrong with people?”
I get my inspiration from my surrounding. I write what I saw, what I feel and what I learn. But when such things happens I only get negative thoughts.
This is not what I want. This is not the things which helps me to inspire. Even they are not the people I used to acknowledge. I write for myself and then for others. If you ever read my creation than I am sure you’re touched at some point.
Don’t know why we are so fucked up but who cares, because why we don’t want to change?
Shadow Of The Droplets 