Here I am ..
nowhere to stand....
There is no roof .. there is no floor
There are no walls and i am so sore
even vacuum craves for an identity
in a world where there is no pity
a cosmic spec in history
where pretence is empyrean
where encephalitic originality has been barred
where people are ignorant about there incredulity
Fear, hesitation, diffidence and ambiguity...
... are the only pillars of honesty
Trust, faith, assurance and confidence...
.... are just trampled upon so brutally
Here mergence and blending of the upholder and the traitor
is an art that you need to master
Where people seem to have forgotten
that vanity also needs surity
so they choose to be unsure than have vanity
EMOTIONS are nothing but a form of currency
exchanging hands and highly regarded
TO them so rugged a treatment has been meted
they seem to have lost their lustre and cant be mended
the sharpness and purity has all been blunted
so natural an act as using emotions
labels you as an exhibitionist
for emotions are nothing but currency
and you are ostracized for your flamboyance.
