In the years as a man grows up,
In the surroundings of his friends and peers;
He learns to cherish memories good or bad
But not believe in everything that he hears.
For friends can be good when you are near them,
They can be fine for a nice talk.
But when you see them spitting on your back,
You should have the courage to walk.
The world is a shitty place,
And it is not going to change overnight
So do what you are meant to do
And get all those people out of your sight.
There is a difference between jokes and shit talks
A difference standing naked in front of the eye
So know this that you are not one of those shits
Not the one who'd stand up to your face and lie.
Not the ones who'd take out their frustration
By insulting some guy for his every action.
Not the ones immune to sensations
Know this that in reality you are alone in your faction.
Know this that ten years from now,
You won't even remember the ones you met and talked
But what you will remember is the pavements
And the roads and paths that you've walked.
Know this that you are unique and different
And people may not be able to bear you.
And to beat that uniqueness the shit out of you,
They even might be mean enough to scare you
And don't be a saint for you can't make them realize this stuff,
You can't make them feel what you felt;
Because how can a needle know of war-
And what bloodstains the sword has dealt.
Needles can prick and they can irritate
They can be prickly enough to rise up the heat
At those times make sure they don't mistake you
For a wooden sword by glancing at your sheathe.
Sometimes there will even be these special people who would
Look down on you while wearing some hypothetical crown.
Be kind and gentle to them because in the near future-
The only thing they'll wear is the shame of being a major letdown.
There'll be all kinds of people around you,
The one who pity, sympathize, hate, like and scowl.
Stay away from them and avoid them as much as you can.
Because these are fake wolves who don't bite but simply howl.
Don't be irritated with the names they call you,
Be the one who can hear between their words.
They might call you an eyesore but what they really mean,
Is that you dazzle to the extent that their eye hurts.
And the funny part about these people who shit talk you every moment of their lives,
From the inside are actually such hideous insects that eat their own foul smelly shit.
Because they'll have the audacity to move around and come to you in need,
And sweet talk you into doing a job with them and discard you when they deem fit.
So concentrate on the things you are meant to do;
And know what's fake and what the real is around;
And stay involved only in the amounts required;
Then walk immediately away when celebrations starts to loom up on the ground.
Speak your mind only when you need to,
Do only your work you need to in that team of fake peers.
And disappear when the job is done,
To escape that fake happiness and the real sneers.
And it's not like they'll notice your absence.
For there is no indispensable man for a job while yours is cracking;
But feel the satisfaction for knowing your worth and,
NOT Celebrating with spineless worms that deserve a good old spanking.
Walking away like this might make you lonely,
No one to chat or talk or see what you are buying.
But trust me this subtle art is all what it takes,
For it might be lonely but is damn right satisfying.
To run away from that fake charisma,
And all the fake friendly aura with all real omitted;
I say I love to stay in my real world and,
Far away from this fake presence upon which I vomited.
And finally then comes the day – the day when all of it ends;
And people meet each other crying and sobbing for a last time - to bid farewell.
There's no need to look up to it – you were already left behind anyways;
And what's the use when no one there actually wants you to 'fare-well'.
And many who preach 'friendship' would say that I've wasted my opportunities;
They'll quote and I agree that I missed those flavors one would usually savor.
But to them I say, thanks for your unintended consideration however I'll walk away again for,
I am a one-faced loner and I always will be alone in peace - with no regrets whatsoever...........
(cz This isn't real friendship at all)
♠a-Low-Kick (L.N.Tandon)
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The Subtle Art of Walking Away
PoetryTo realise what's real and what's fake in people