Living in a disjunctured world
Where everything looks whirled
Weaving my own tapestries of life
I just move on with the routine strife.
Fed up with the absurdity of the tainted cacophony
I crave the warmth of the bygone symphony
The very sense of exile makes me weary in this dire best
Wish I could drench in my eternal test
The mystery of this inescapable monotony lynches me
It’s time to decipher what I wish to be
Unmindful and unbothered of the veil of my reticence
I yearn to be a part of my newborn’s innocence
Curiosity deserts, vivacity dwindles, expectation escapes
in a warped world where homosapien fakes
It’s time for an unforeseen pause
As I wish to relish my poise
I desire to be in my less effervescent dome
As the converted comfort zone can mar my form
Being a misfit prompts me to soar alone
in my jubilant rhythm, I surprisingly and secretly hone”
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