The end

Bizarre
Bizarre

Earth has stopped moving
Trees are running for cover
The sky is on fire
The air has turned into smoke
Water is now stone
And the valleys are all gone

Weird
Weird

My eyes have become my ears
The men are now croaking frogs
Spiders are raging giants
Ants walking on hundred legs
Flowers look jaded without colours
And all the birds are the dreadful dragons

God
Lord

Please spare us this end
Melancholy be replaced
Let love and peace rule
The world be back to those beautiful odds
Let us go back to our programmed destiny
And get churned in the bizarre, weird life; my lord!

Skewed thought

Depression is a stronger addiction, so used to it even intoxication can’t get me high :(

Magic in a cup

The cup filled with tea
Comprehends the beauty; withholds the golden key
That can drag you from the world of tiredness
Into the glorious reality waiting to fuck your happiness!
And then the whole purpose of refreshment is well served!