38. Cosmetic Fishes

All so lie

All so superficial

I live in the ocean full of cosmetic fishes

Covered with the scales of colorful deceits

They smell awful when their synthetic fragrance wades off

None can see or taste the tears, dropped by the genuine ones

In the ocean full of filthy salts

It chokes me to breathe here

It makes me uncomfortable

Perhaps,

I don’t belong here

Perhaps,

I have been wrongly placed

I want to swim away, far far away

I don’t know where

But definitely there

Where the water is clean

Fishes without spleen

Honesty is what they exhale

And loyalty thus prevail

I want to be free again

Save myself from pain

Pain of being so faux

Hurt of losing myself

I want to get away

From this endless malign delve

9. I am weird, I know.

Often it’s known, most often un-surfaced.

The reason doesn’t interests me anymore!

Entrapped dilemma and bewildered frankness,

What a combination!

Don’t call me mad my cherished

I am still the very one you don’t want to forget

Yes, I hate the goodbyes, hate to the core

Dawdle with excuses to stay around

Alright, you say you are better

Then teach me, teach my best one

How to overcome the aches of heart

You don’t walk along or even in the cross

And yet you don’t let my shadow evade

Not fair, not fair, not fair at all

We both breathe, and only you get to live

Let loose the chains you hold tight in mind

I am jailed because I still reside there

Let once the salt drift out of your eyes

Let once and for all, allow me get flown away

I am weird , I know, but who knows better than you!

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From the weird one to the sane