1• Silence

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I solemnly apologize to all my 'well wishers'
For my aptitude of being a tongue-tied!
My soul is infuriated at my grim fate.
And me? Invariably, calm and quiet.

I can comprehend where actually my mistake rested
I shouldn't have been so envisaged.
I should have figured out earlier that
Whatever I do, nothing in return will I ever get.

Tried hard to explain my psyche,
That my outcry would not be pleased anyway
But this wayward ardour has always been heedless,
And me? Again in a quandary, whether to live or fade away.

But, am I not allowed to have a single drop of love?
Truly, that much love can heal the incurable pain.
And I promise, I will serve till my last breath
And will be quiet to my self too, until I am shattered again.

Woefully, I am a human!
Much like you, my fingers too bleed when incised.
Sounds disenchanting, yet an unsolicited veracity
And that makes me sob inside and stilly outside.

The vivid scars of slaps appear equally fresh
And that indelible stain is of being stabbed by fate
Though it bothers me a little all the while
But my consideration at the end, is all that I dream about yet!

Somewhere , because of something
Good God is happy with me, the reason though unknown.
I feel so, because He gave me the power
To bear every unexpected with casualty, than to mourn.

Unstoppable time running at its own pace,
And then there is me, counting days to see beauty before life ends.
I still firmly believe that one day they will realise,
That I too deserved some attention and was not that worthless.

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