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To Be Me Is The Hardest Thing To Be

They tell me I’m stupid,
Somewhat immature,
A lovesick dreamer,
Left to be cured.

I’m not some rocket scientist,
Born to heal the world;
Wasn’t meant to an engineer,
Unfolding laws untold.

I like laughing,
To the smell of autumn breeze,
My skies are dawning goddesses,
Their lustrous colours, for me to tease.

I spent half my morning,
Listening to my breathing,
Obsessive narcissism,
Arrogant, but soothing.

Towering corporate,
A cornered cubicle,
The perfect 4.0 MBA,
Can’t ever fill my soul.

They call me helpless,
Nothing to be made in life,
I’d get beaten down,
Shredded by the reality knife.

Silly me, I don’t care more
I am unwilling to settle for less,
To be me is what I want to be,
Not wearing someone else’s face.

You can crush my dreams,
Or play with hope,
You can’t steal my spirit,
I treat it like dope.

Try me, you will fail
I won’t turn into something fake,
Throw me in a dungeon of brutality,
I won’t stop, leave me or take.

My moonlit nights,
The lonesome fights,
Gush of wind to rush of blood,
I won’t give up, I will survive.

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Boxes of You

You will not cry,
You will not give,
You will not fight,
But you have to live.

This is life,
Don’t mix with fools,
This is no playground
Back from high school.

Society’s norms,
Career binds,
Two faced acquaintances
Diplomatic smiles.

Throw those dreams
Meaningless expectations,
A bottle of empty hopes,
Crude emotions.


Look down,
Don’t reach high,
Keep your eyes closed,
Your hands tied.

The little girl
Bids farewell to her knight,
Armoured princess,
Better left alone to fight.

He is a man,
Born to be an identity,
Fiddling with his flute,
Insensitive reality.

People will know you for what you did
Not who you are,
A moment to shine,
To be a star.

Sooner or later
You will realize,
I was wrong,
You were right.

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Dreamers Come, Dreamers Die

I cannot dream
I cannot fly,
I’ve only watched
The summer sunshine cry,
I’m too much of
A lonesome night.

I feel, I feel
Things are so unreal,
True faces concealed;

I see, I see
Tomorrow’s ain’t no mystery,
An imperfect agony,

I’m too much of
A dreamer tonight.

They say dreamers come
But dreamers die,
They live their lives
In a truthful lie,
I’ve come a long way,
Oh what a surprise!

Once upon a midsummer’s night
She let go of me,
Of memories and old times,
I wished to break, I wanted to cry
Held onto a dreamer’s fight.

I feel, I feel
Things you don’t see are real,
Sweetheart, be still
Time will come, it’s no big deal.

I see, I see
Yesterday’s a reverie,
Dust-laden dusky streets,
I’m still standing on my feet.

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Attraction

She sits at a corner
Sips her coffee,
A morning too dusty
Endless traffic.
I watch her, mesmerized
Her strange dimple smile
Gets me caught up,
In an allusion, messy.

Moments go, moment come
Little children, choir songs;
She doesn’t move, keeps me high
I’ve seen an angel, I cannot deny.

Have I found answers
To a broken heart,
Soul searching reveries
Haunt me not,
Is she something,
I will not leave
Watch her smiling
For eternities.

Her lips so red,
Untouched velvet;
Hidden glances
What a treasure unveiled.

Is she the one
I’ve been waiting for,
Sleepless nights,
Got their meanings after all.

Moments lost, truthful pain
My eyes get stuck
To what she’s playing with her nails,
She wasn’t mine
She was already taken,
The man so lucky
To have her all to himself.

Cupid’s dead, searching soul
My eyes are caught
On the diamond stone,
Did she come too soon
Or was I too late,
An ordinary story,
Little to be said.

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Shoes Don’t Fit You

Some of us are meant to be
Some of us aren’t,
Some of us are cool
Some are flamboyant.

Some pick their noses
The others do with their ears,
Some bite their nails
While the rest play with tears.

Some of us like to dream
Some are slouching at corporates,
Some are obstinate and bitter
Some cannot live without glitters.

Some of us are superstitious
While some believe in fate,
Some just shrug it off
The rest red mark the dates.

Acid punk or soft jazz,
Take your pick, this is the right crap.
A Capella bass or alternative rock
Tap your fingers, unfold your socks.

Untie the laces, strap that ego
Look around, you’ll find none different from you.
Check right, glance left
Look down, are you wearing your shoes?

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Sorrow Is Her Soulmate

Everyone’s packing their bags
Last kisses, farewell blasts
Surreal candlelight,
Flickering moments,
Gone too fast.

Wake up to another morning
Crumpled bedsheets
Dead petals, empty bottles
Muffled perfume,
His smell won’t last.

She sits at a corner
Watching them pass
Giggles to echoes of laughter
A flashback of impulsive lust,
Some things are meant to be in your past.

Buses don’t stop, suburbean sun shades
She kicks at pebbles, dusty roadside cafes;
Dusk falls on a Sahara mirage
She won’t leave, she won’t give up.

Another cheap motel room,
A pint of booze to soak her covet,
Crushed paper, wrinkled pillows
She cries herself to sleep.
Sorrow is her only soulmate,
Playing violins to her unkempt desires.

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For I Am, What I Am

My fingers,
Mesmerized, I stare
Its hand has lines
Mismatched patterns.

They say futures were meant to be read
Not created,
You were born to be something,
Not something else.

Society cries its norms,
Binds you to customs,
“You’re a girl, remember dear!
What you see and believe,
Influenced by pretentious peers.”

I stare at a Benson Lights,
Fitted comfortably between two fingers,
I know of the smell inside,
A deep inhale, the feeling incite.

They are all familiar to me,
Women are meant to be quiet,
Observed, not heard.
They remind me time and again.

But I want to fly,
Without wings, I know I can touch the sky.
Dirt-biking, para sailing,
Football courts, a shot never failing.

Converses, spikes
Cooking? I’m not your type.
Late night long drives,
Bob Dylan humming to Pink Floyd.

Gush of wind,
Breath of change,
Your mind is too small
My world can’t be shared.

Faded jeans, dialled watches,
Metal chains, bottled gingerale;
Your fancy giving, silver and yellows
A hidden sigh, a public yawn.

Conservative,
Not innovative!
Trying to be different?
Won’t work here.

“Mirror, mirror
There you are,
Who do you see
Between these walls?”

A graceless smile
Passes between reflections,
She knows me,
She knows of my unkempt desires,
The lust of my youth,
A few dreams, scattered here forth.

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