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When i ask you a question,
I do not expect an answer,
It's merely a rebounding question,
Which i myself have to answer.
Looking in the mirror,
At that familiar face,
I ask the question,
And have an answer,
With no need to hesitate.
It's been so long,
In midst of million humans,
I feel like i alone exist,
With others as a wallpaper.
It's not fair to them,
They will raise voices in protest,
But in a black and white world,
Gray dosent exist.
You never ask me,
You , you !(?)
It's a suffocating word,
If you mean you in the mirror,
I have been tired understanding it.
Now I have no expectations,
Cause i know the outcomes,
I understand the logic,
Which has no place for emotions.
Emotions make the logic,
But those emotions are like flames of hell,
They burn me inside out,
And i feel better without them.
I feel like these lines,
Will be endlessly written,
More questions with definite answers,
Which are set in stone and tested with time.
YOU ARE READING
Journal of moods
PoetryButterflies don't dwell on a single flower like us humans who don't dwell on a single mood
