Out of the odd don’t know why, A voice within me asked, “Who am I?” Answered each question with ease till date But today within me is an endless debate.
Am I the good girl all see? Or that crazy one I wanna be? Am I the one who is honest to some? Or who doesn’t let strangers know the real one?
Am I the one who always wants to be true? Or the one who trusts only few? Am I the one who is always honest to you? Or who hides from others the slightest clue?
Am I the one who believes to be lucky is reality? Or the one wishing to be part of some fantasy? Am I the one who wishes things that are brand new? Or one who treasures things even when it’s time to say adieu?
Am I the one who isn’t bothered about anything? Or the one cautious about small things? Am I the one who waits patiently for everything? Or the one restless to get that special thing?
What others think I don’t care To my loved ones am unique and rare My love for them will never diminish To myself I’ve made this forever promise.
Abdicating the shadows; totemic. I return back to dig up the buried- moon from the ruins of poetry. It benumbs. No response was coming from cajoling the black secrets- of time-cast. A storm was raging in a pack of emptiness.
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
Once I dare… Once I dare to write my story, Memories crowded falling me weak… And words played hide and seek. Once I dare to lost in Love, brain went on compulsory leave… Mercifully, I survived of dying dive. Once
I feel like I’m going to spin in circles. I feel like falling onto the grass and staring at the clouds. I feel like laughing and acting like a child. I feel like drinking alcohol and smoking some good stuff…