Commotion Inside

Eyes off and everything is running with the speed of light,

eyes turns on and everything comes to its normal sight,

what was that, thought all night,

the guy who sleeps early, 

now thinking about the future all night, whether everything is right.

What's all about that drama night!!

Its fucking irritating, even his own body doesn't help him to sleep early tonight.

Trying to write his own words, 

but nothing comes to his turbulent mind.

Please help him to sleep early tonight.

Nuclear Grace

Everyone's armed with a gun and a shield;

Some are doubly insane to dual wield;

The phobia's enacted, searching whom to trust and whom to not;

While with each second passing, earth Terra-forming into a boiling pot;

As long as anything helps;

No One cares about the earth's yelps;

What is the use of being in the group of best nations;

when it's backstabbing in the name of collaborations ;

To take a united action we debate and bicker ;

No One worrying about the Earth's Candle flicker;

As long as we continue using our fore finger;

Our doomsday countdown will continue to linger;

Our personal interest makes us a species of glitch;

I guess Extinction is the only way to turn off our switch;

Cheers to a Nuclear smitten Future!