Njaan
Njaan
That what defines me
That what am me?
But something that is getting sold?
Am I different from the virgin whore
blinded by the dazzle of city lights and glamour life
Ready to sell something that was never hers
People tell her “To experience heaven, you have to die first”
But does feeling alive come at the cost of total numbness?
And what really does an acquired taste mean?
A privilege experience that fulfils its joy
But its mere non existence to others
For is the virgin night violated by the stars
Or are they what make it timeless, limit less
The discontinuity helping us realize the infinite stretch
That otherwise would be lost in total darkness
But isn’t a spotless sky as mystic and divine
And does it have to feel infinite to be infinite?
Being in deep shit teaches you a thing or two
An excuse to break bonds
That probably shouldn’t exist anyway?
But they have been there and will be there
So who are we to question?
Both the bonds and the breaking
Nothing might be forbidden anymore
But this and that and this will always be there
For one who can see beauty in the smallest things
Can taste the water in the subsequent drinks
And the hidden emotions of the waiters who see
People breaking bonds everyday
And breaking their limits as well
But to them is it anything more than a charade?
(Written in a party)
