Imagine me

A me within me

A Heart within that she

With waters crashing, mirthless

And black

A me within me

A Soul within that she

With skies rumbling, restless

And red

A me within me

A Mind within that she

With winds howling, reckless

And gray

A me within a me

A Being within that she

With creatures prowling, reinless

And white

Imagine Me

Carrying that she—

With bones and muscles seeking, quenchless

The Black, red, gray and white.

Undone.

Confused insect running in concentric circles

The corner of sealed packet severed from its body

Short leg of a table being called stumpy by it’s brothers

The last drop of shower just too late to touch the body

I know how you feel.

A spider’s work of life treated as dust

The strand of hair losing its place

The screw’s lovely blush mistaken for rust

The weed pulled out for its genus and race

I know how you feel.

Time and again,the black-board unapologetically being erased

The balloon about to be pricked into a vaporous tomb

The words smudged by salty-drops in a letter, unposted

An apple’s core with its dying children in its womb

I know how you feel

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Conned.
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Robbed.

A Lost "I"

"No happy ending.

Only compromises.

Shoved into darkness.

Naming  it Trust.

Playing the make-believe game of Love

Grabbing for Relationships-a fabled treasure trove

Finding a false security in numberless pictures

Forgettable moments camouflaged as memorable ones

Numerous contacts bored into a fake conversation

Artificial.

Superficial.

Mindless.

Nameless.

Existing only in caricatures.

Rambling about hope.

Cribbing about Change.

But at that dark moment standing friendless.

Seeing yourself behave in a way that you promised you never will.

Compromising on your character in the name of  ‘being nice’.

Family, Friendships,acquaintances, strangers

Acting with all of them

Fighting for all of them

But For you?

Are you complete?

Do you like the hypocrite you see in the mirror?

Do you like this half-baked Semi-truthful lump of flesh?

Don’t you smell the stench of falsities?

Don’t you hear the yowls for nourishment from the inner character?

Is that your hair curling in painful convulsions of cheapness?

Is that your leg limping in pitiful jerks of shriveled sureness?

Is this the end?

Are you yet another victim of the blind chastised cult called community?

Are you yet another hostage of this home of hypocrisy?

Have you turned into a noise of nosiness in a mist of mumbles?

Are you seeped-in with societal sewage in this sea of evolutionary fumbles?

Is that you laughing?

Or wickedness showing its teeth?Once again.

Is that you dancing?

Or is that the megalomaniac's ego gyrating?Once again.

Is that YOU preaching?

Or is it the incestuous WE dictating?Once again.

Do you recognize yourself?
Do you?
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Who are you?"

yelped A Lost "I".

Once Again.