Millennials'

We have complicated things.

Maybe it’s true, we need the Illuminati.

Maybe that’s what we need;

The new order for the very old of us!

The new shower of change for the

Very hesitant in us!

Are we too late to be corrected?

Are we too stubborn to listen?

Entangled in the web of rules and laws

That we barely understand,

Strangled in the misery of poverty,

For reasons unknown even to the Gods,

Blaming our fate, while we still can

Drowning in the undefeatable rat race,

Trying to breathe while we last,

We the millennial scapegoats are

Living our lives for somebody else

And let ourselves believe that

Service and serving is the eternal goal.

Nevertheless, we serve their plate of happiness

Enrich it with vital nutrients of being pawns at war

Forgetting the beloveds who care about us,

Tainting their love for the praise of the leaders,

Leaders who doesn’t even call you by your name

Where are we going with all these?

To be praised, we kill

To be seen, we fight

To be heard, we shut others mouth

To steal their hearts, we pretend

For satisfaction, we rape

For masculinity, we brag and bully

Oh my dear fellow beings,

Utopia is never attainable.

Peace is now the past time joke

That white dove is now somebody’s dinner.

With feminism at its peak

Male chauvinism is screaming like a beast.

And the mask they both wear

Is my favourite late night show

Patriotism is a thing of the past

As chauvinism has become a violent cult.

Malicious eyes right outside our gates,

The days when we felt safe are a distant dream.

Nights are the new terrors of life.

But be happy they are only for the half of us.

Chaos and havoc replaces my morning tea and news

Wasn’t aware that journalism is about,

“Fake it till you make it!”

We lay back letting others to rule over us.

Watching the melodrama in the houses of laws!

Molesting is the new trend,

Being lascivious is the new ideal male.

Violence in the distant land is no big deal.

Lynching our own kind doesn’t bother us.

Unless it strikes our own doorbell,

We the people, keep mum.

Cursing and hoping is our tool to live,

To go out and change needs a heart so brave.

Amidst all this, love is resting in peace.

To dig that up is to bury you with it.

We are one, made of the same flesh and blood

Made to live in this world as a species

Yet,

The maze that we have made

Trapped us in like a helpless mice.

To love is you daring to die.

To kiss we look around.

To hug we need privacy

As, the social beings have now

Become the ultimate hermits.

Gone are the days where humility was atop

When empathy roared at our hearts

And being human was meant to be humane.

This play we play along the others

I curse the one who wrote the script

So long and tiring with no happy ending,

It makes the eyes grew darker

Made the hearts like stones

Even the curve that sets all straight

Fails to bloom on our face

Now love has been narrowed down

With caste and religion,

With beauty and rich,

With sex and the things that many can’t possess!

We are the new era of the living dead

Trying to survive the play we made.

We are admired if we are friends with benefits

Loyalty and trustworthiness is a tissue to be thrown out.

Marriage has to come with benefits,

With bags full of money and heritage,

And a bride made of gold.

So poor are our sons, so they are sold

Yet they claim to have given them a life.

A new thrilling game of twist and turns

That makes us hope for cute suspense

While forgetting about our own role

We live for somebody else.

Life partner is no good deal,

Being a spouse is being a slave for life.

We lived better, we were better.

Souls that knows little survives better

At the least Darwin is wrong.

Too many rules around us,

Too much etiquette to follow,

Too many souls to please and satisfy

A fantastic game of puzzles, our life

When we think we passed one,

Oh poor you, there’s more left.

To please is why we live

To pretend is what we do

To act is what we like

To love is what we forgot.

The scenes of fake smiles is the most in the play

It hurts my cheek the most.

Self acceptance makes me a weirdo

Self esteem is the new disease

My own play is a self made joke

My own way is a dangerous hill to trek

But if I follow their script,

I am alright.

We must look upto them.

Like a blind leads another, goes on our life.

The epitome of life is to give birth,

Failing to do that,

You are thrown out as sick.

Our lives are all about the

Percentage of the batteries of the blue screen we have.

They keep us alive

They are the best friends that we can’t begin with.

For everything good and bad,

We take our besties out.

We share and laugh at somebody’s life

Keeping our own at bay.

We create memories to show off

Alas, we forget to live in those.

What have you done with all the years of your life?

No, no, after all,

The life in all those years matter

Rather than the years we lived.

So what have you done with all those life of yours?

Procrastination is a leisure time goal.

Cancelling plans and hoping for the best

Is the best we can do while we are still young?

Oh young mind, old age is not far away.

Fake similes make our day.

What the nerds would’ve done without Netflix and Jio?

Are we the most non-repairable machines?

Why is our code so hard to understand?

With our moralities too hard to attain,

We laid the foundation for religions

Too hard to count!

I doubt when they say, “this is all for us.”

When we rot in tarpaulin homes and sleep in streets,

The Gods rest in gold and swim in milk

It’s unreal to see those hands that do this, fails to feed their own.

After all, Gods must be hungry working all day long.

The stones are clothed, adorned with garlands and silver,

We pray and pray for the needs that are endless

Seeking for blessings that come from thin air!

I doubt them even more, when they say

“All are one; faith in one, God is one.”

Yet here we are, with countless Gods to please,

Both man and I don’t know what else!

The net we found ourselves in

Are stronger than the metals we know

It’s sticky and tricky.

Too hard to break through, like a fly trapped in a spiders web!

Schools are called our second home,

Only that those aren’t filled with love;

They are filled with concerned parents, who make machines,

Machines with qualities as said above.

Machines that can eat most books,

Machines that look like humans, yet fail to be one.

It’s better as a house than a home.

Our teenage is enriched with cocaine and what not.

That is how you become cool and popular.

After all, who wants to hang out with the health conscious fools?

The youth of the nation are the worst.

Aimless life is what they prefer.

Becoming a part of the conventional cycle of “Listening to the parents”

Surrounded by guiders and opinions,

They simply fall into the wrong ones,

As it’s too hard to figure out

The right choice when you have many.

But everything comes with a tag.

Everything is valued in this life.

And we all must take a moment to,

Hate that invention we shouldn’t have made- Paper.

It is that piece of paper that determines

And measures everything we do.

It gives us happiness,

Strength to live and thrive,

Gives the confidence that we seek so badly,

The respect that we yearn,

The dreams that can’t be fulfilled

And the life that many desires to live!

Isn’t it on this mirage called money we

And everything that we have built floats on?

Isn’t this the very root cause of all our problems?

Our own creation, made us begging for its mercy.

Money means love.

Money is equivalent to the millennial God.

Money is what all this is about.

Our depression and sadness won’t end

Unless we have a whole lot of them,

But the days are not far away

When we’ll stop making our own coffins !

When terror filled nights over,

When love is free from all its clutches,

When we stop preaching and start acting!

Probably by the end of this millennium,

We may be what we say we are.

We may be what we say we were.

We may be what’s better than today.

After all, Sia has already said

“To be human is to love,

Even when it’s gets too much!"