murderers-

i feel that urge to crash and burn the earth.
that desire, that unhealthy need to kill people i detest and loath.
the want to crush all of them under my fingers.

because humans are ugly when evolved.
beauty, inside out, don't lie to yourself.
don't cheat yourself.

we all seek companionship in similarity.
but once that similarity fades away,
contempt and disgust arises.
when humans cannot see eye to eye;
when peace talks fail;
wars are waged, blood is shed, bodies lie array on the field.

where our ancestors once used to listen to the cheery chirping of birds, smell the sweet scented air and feel lush green grass under their feet-

we face blasting music, noise from construction, from big-mouthed commuters, we smell dusty air, the humid dry wind caused by global warming, and our shoes scrape the hard granite we walk on everyday.

change, for better or worse.
humans, environments.

perhaps i've seen too many ugly souls to perceive mankind as beautiful.
one or two beautiful ones will not erase the majority i face everyday.

skeptism?
cynism?
pessimissism?
i don't think so.
i'm just facing reality as it is.
maybe just the people i am surrounded with.
the age i am living in. nothing works purely and innocently anymore.
nothing.

it's for yourself, your gains, your benefits, your wants, fulfiling everything you need.

but is it all a shell? the undying desire for more and more, to wish for greater and greater things.
because we believe we are superior, we believe we are different from the vast billions around the world, we think that we are THE ONE.

warped misconceptions.
reeled reality.

to comprehend.

to view this world and see beauty.
i should head to the untouched rurals.
like i once did. there i saw purity and sincerity.
non-polluted from a monster called modernisation.

one can debate the goodness of it all. weightage exceeds the cons.
i cannot deny the importance of it.
but the main point we are missing out, is that how we allow it to overtake our lives.
we should be ruling them, not the other way round.

we are all controlled.
puppets of the universe.
we think we are the greatest, but we are the vulnerable.

irony isn't it?

paper dolls.
torn-

don't tell me about optimism. you know nothing about that.


because you cannot declare you understand when you've never been in those shoes.
don't try.
just continue thinking you are the best.
perhaps it's better this way.


simplicity of it all.
once gone, fleets away and never returns.
victim of crimes untold.