of solace and vindictive enough to
actually achieve it. Ironic, it is for a
coward to have a heart so reckless
and unaware.I’ve been termed
crazy, irrational and simply queer.
I’ve been loved and hated for similar
I laugh when it isn't needed and say
things people not too often want to
hear. In the quest of love, I’ve sold
humiliation to honesty.Good but
bad. Dull but cheerful. Loving and
defying… hating too, but never
enough. Indulgences offend me…
I refuse to fall prey. I don’t like
holding grudges but when my head
I just need to curse someone.
Souls like mine are not designed to
merge with their background.
I believe no one really commits
suicide; they’re sentenced to it.
I also believe in the theory that most
of the people would’ve never fallen
in love if they’d never been
introduced to the idea.
I like people who scribble on other
people’s walls and sing effortlessly
for the mere joy of it.This self
evasive/elating nonsense is non-
consequential and irrelevant to
everything. I mean to profess. For
loss of rare simple words, I play
taboo with pseudo complex ones…
although this jargon too comes with
its own jaws. I’d like to pretend that
I’m different from the rest, but sadly
"I too am just trying to be someone