I haven’t ever believed much
In deception.
Nor shall I ever try.
Sugar coated words are not
For me.
Neither are people
Who are too soft
To bear the sting
At times.
I move away.
Distancing myself from all
Who cramp up my space.
A certain sense of
Arrogance.
Raises its ugly head.
They’re not worth me,
I feel.
Scornfully- I appear judgemental.
Rightly so-
For the right and wrong
Shines out stark-
Black and white to me.
I dream about your hand,
Someday- leading me-
Out of this quicksand.
Saving me,
From my own quagmire.
Yet, a cynic in me,
Perhaps, chooses not to believe
In that too.
Coz the distance is what,
That binds us always.
I cant trust myself,
To be dangling anywhere.
The colour grey,
Is not for me.
I rather would lose
Friends- who are nothing but sham
Unto themselves.
Than always bow my head,
To their ignorance.
Praying, that the days would pass
By quickly.
Giving me no time-
To think or feel much.
I hate the stench-
Of mediocrity-
That this place has
Impressioned on me.
Expressive- yet again,
I cannot be.
I’ve lost my voice-
Unwillingly.
Dying to break out of this,
Pigeon hole.
Can’t bear this cooped up feeling much.
Dreaming of another
Start afresh.
With the right people.
The right music,
Always playing.
A new life-
Where the roads are
Walked carefree.
Days traversed through,
Happily.
Soon…that day too..
Shall come..
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