this year

they're securing their prime lives,

they stare at sun and it shines,

little babies lit up their skies,

call-letters at door , high- fives,

some ate honey out of beehives,

fish jumps out of water, still survives,

he says, he loves her till life times,

i promised to write him letters in archives,

some crafted the peace in folklives,

some cried to the death indicating signs,

they sent signals "how demon arrives,"

they're dealing with bad wives,

some edged their blunt knives,

karma says i will pour you in kinds,

i cured myself, observing their eyes,

they smile hiding swords in surprises,

listening to every diss word in lines,

i noticed innocents turning damn wise,

my friends began love affairs in disguise,

they settled with weeds in compromise,

i'm an image of a diamond if he describes,

but it's my heart at where agony resides,

he thought it's fine to hunt superior smiles,

he thinks solutions are in sipping wines,

still i believe there's a home in foggy pines,

this year brightened my life from miles,

fuck those wives, skies, wines, disguise,

all what i look upto now is my demise.

- chetna 🌻