The Selfish Wasteland

It amazes me how certain humans can be so selfish,
So indulged in their own small shallow world,
That they don’t care to see where the world is going,
So self-centered that it is always about them and their stupid needs,
So blinded to others emotions and ever ready to bitch about others,
I wonder what they are made of, or which human species they belong to,
Because my definition of human species is one who not only takes care of her family,
But also the society and leaves behind something that would help a section of society,

I never dislike anyone, but what should I do when faced by selfish species,
All that I can ask for is a separate planet called “The Selfish Wasteland”
Everyone would be so self-involved that they will focus only on their own problems and needs,
Let the others die, how does it matter as long as I am happy,
The motto would be “it’s a selfish planet, I don’t care who you are, all I care is what you do for me”.

I can only hope not to cry with a hope they will realize,
And to stay away from the species which belongs to The Selfish Wasteland.

In Love with Everything

I don’t know whether its fact or fiction,
Don’t know if the feeling is sweet or sour,
Don’t know if it’s a beautiful dream or a strange reality,
Don’t even know if it’s me or someone else,
Don’t know if it’s the world in love with me,
Or am I in love with the world.

I am trying to understand the feelings,
Feels like butterflies in stomach,
Everything sounds good, everything looks beautiful,
Seems like the world is rejoicing,
Feels like the trees are smiling at me,
And the breeze trying to tickle,
Suddenly the world seems so lovely,
With nothing to complain or worry about.