Aint it strange?

Observations derange
Perceptions amaze
Ani’t it strange?
Aint it strange?

Aint it strange?
How truth can be conveyed by lies
Aint it strange?
How rules can be obeyed with sighs
How honesty is a breach of trust
How an iron fist can rust

Observations derange
Perceptions amaze
Ani’t it strange?
Aint it strange?

Aint it strange?
How a shepherd gets lynched by a fleet of sheep
How you find it getting more shallow the deeper you dig

Observations derange
Perceptions amaze
Ani’t it strange?
Aint it strange?

Aint it strange?
How fishes can drown
Aint it strange?
How you can fly while falling down
How hitting a high is hitting a low
How you can simultaneously smile and cry
and no one would even know

Observations derange
Perceptions amaze
Ani’t it strange?
Aint it strange?

Aint it strange?
How a king can be a laughing stock
While a jester leaves a lump in your throat
How it is not funny no more
While the laughter still echoes 

- Nilay S. Shah

Apocalypse

The old structures embrace the storm

The chaos yearns to be still

The aging arch of the metropolis dorm

Smiles at the memories of yore

That each collapsing brick spills

The army amassed conforms

To the dreary drill

Some subjects rejoice, Some subjects mourn

Breaking out of this Bastille

The storm passes

And the debris lay deceased

My birds of thought finally escape the latches

Baffled to say the least

For they don not know the song to sing aloud

Chirp with cheer or ramble and whine

Whether it is the time for the sun to set

Or is it finally the time to shine

A realization through thin air grips

The slate has to be cleaned to draw a new design

For a new beginning there has to be an apocalypse

- Nilay S. Shah