Black Sheep

Whispers from the Sanitarium,
"You don't belong here!"

Sanitarium, world, society;
Connected with a thread.
The thread of ideology,
Man-Made.

Whispers from the community,
"You don't belong here!"

Community, race, ethnicity;
Impressions in your head.
Impressions of colours,
Man-Made.

Whispers from your head,
"You don't belong here!"

Head, heart, soul;
Mindful souls are rare.
Mindful black sheep,
Man-Made.

Left Me With A Scar

He said he loved me to death;
It almost killed me.

He said our love was unconditional;
A contract made in heaven.

He said he would never say goodbye,
And left me in this journey alone.

As I broke into his arms,
He aspired to be mine.
But left me with a bed of thorns,
He aspired to move on.

He said he was not worth it,
Yet shined like a star.

He said our love was toxic,
Convenient way to break my heart.

He said he will never forget me;
But left me with a scar.

Inamorata

This abhor body.
Wrapped with disgrace and humiliation.
Created with concepts and thesis.
Violated with lust and lechery.

This fractious emotions.
Wrapped with uncertainty and ignorance.
Created with abstractions and postulations.
Violated with love and temptation.

This monstrous wisdom.
Wrapped with rationality and sincerity.
Created with fidelity and information.
Violated with ego and confidence.

What Wrong Did I Do Now?

All my life, I have been an outcast. I have lived under the culture and guidance of others, without recognising my own terms and conditions. I have conditioned my environment to what people expect of me. Even then, I get criticised and repelled by social norms.

"Live One Day At A Time". That should be your motto, forget your past and think of the present. What if the present is keeping me away from happiness? In this large overcrowded society, I stand alone. By myself. You don't how it feels to be lonely amongst people you care for. You don't know how it feels to be uncared for. You just don't know.

I'm overthinking. It apparently is my fault! I cannot keep up with these technological differences because of my ideologies. I don't believe in what they do, I don't fancy what they do. It is a nocturnal process; satisfying other people with all our energy and resources. Although, the minute they are fulfilled your offerings, they find someone new.

Regardless your passion and attention, "human" forget humanity. Overstating your interest and mirroring them to the society doesn't identify me. No! But I need to do it. It's not the "attention" I'm seeking for. Its the love. Its the life.

Every step, every word and every second. I do people wrong. If you don't mind me asking, what wrong did I do now?

Trembling Lives

Trembling hands,
She held on to him one last time.
She felt every last breath he took.

Trembling sense,
He saw her world tumble down.
He had promised to keep her vow.

Trembling dreams,
They lied side by side.
He had a ring.
She buried it under her death bed.

All She Ever Wanted

Lockdown under the guard if their system.
"Chocked and yet blessed"
That's how she convinced herself;
Day & Night. Dawn & Twilight.

Comparison, through the skin of men.
"If only true beauty prevailed"
That's how she got through the day;
Thick & Thin. Cold & Solid.

Sick of being poisoned, by the regulations.
"It's only to make you better"
That's how she went to bed;
Forever & Ever. Ever & Ever.

Tears In The Desert

Solitude inevitable by death,
Dragging conscious of life.
Through she sat, waiting;
Oh! The provocative shout!

Lying closely, nearing the end.
All she needed was; time out.
Bearing the fruit of her emptiness,
Cries prevailed the starlight.

Shutting out from the world,
She needed to set her life straight.
All the dangerous specimen,
Never really her mistake.

Insecurities poisoned,
Snuggled in with delight.
Holding on to the peace, she needed.
Tears in the desert, alas!