I stand there, staring at a shop window,
A hoodie behind it, wondered high or low,
Enough to mask myself, not wanting to show,
My soul to the world, or my folks would go!
Have had people in life with traits the same,
Science say DNA doesn't vary much, big game!
Then how come we looking at, is different,
How come I can't stay a friend?
We decide for ourselves, but the society,
Does it better, they say, their deity,
Its what they perceive that our kin care,
Not what we feel, so we shouldn't dare.
Hence, I keep staring at the hoodie,
The dark one, I see how my life would be,
Better! The dark : all colours it takes in,
And keep them, never ever revealing.
That's how I wish I were- reserved!
One who wouldn't open up,they rumored-
The kid is a weirdo. And that's the only way,
I make personal space, keep em at bay.
I believe that I've let y'all down,
Yes, your love and care is now a frown,
Why expect too much if I don't confine?
I err too! I'm human not divine.
And if divinity is a root for us to riot,
What point do you make clear, being pious?
I'd rather blame myself for my plight,
Than a "creator", whose existence is under fight.
But then there's sympathy of decadence,
For other's grief, you take a semblance,
That you're limpid enough to feel their glum,
And fool them ingenuous lot, bating them freedom.
Now, do you feel no joy waking up in this world?
That all you thought was warm turned cold
Like all you've done, you failed your beloved,
You gotta stop doing whatever you're owed.
You can build up hope and do massive action,
Be the glare in your rivals' eyes, shine in perfection,
In these limited hours, you can be a stun-gun,
Throw your mask away, fight, don't question .
Critics might hunt you down, but arrows prove weak,
You're far stronger, you'll rise up, won't give in,Only if you'll do; coz you have to, today, right now!
.
.
This, I wrote after a long hiatus. And it's one of my personal favourites. I'd take a moment to honor a friend of mine who suggested the movie Stuck In Love and the movie made me want to write again. Do let me know what you think about this one.
YOU ARE READING
Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoesieEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
