Living mind; Dead soul

In the middle of a party

When everybody's laughing

I don't,

I usually don't find anything

that funny or interesting

And mind me

Nobody's expecting me to laugh

But there's something inside me

That pulls my core towards it

That's when I know that familiar feeling

And I shift my attention to those talks

Just to be more engaged

and denounce the feeling

And what better way

than an eye contact

But with each words

coming out of his mouth

I turn deaf to him

And just look at those eyes

Long enough for me to realise

That it's a stare

It is uncomfortable in my mind

And I bring to myself

Just to take my eyes off

But in that moment

Right after my quick response

I realised he needed me the most

However I stare away

His eyes still on me

But he stops talking

Everybody in that room

suddenly disappears

With only this ringing in my ears

feeling a hollowness in my chest

Pulled back by the sound of my lighter

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Sadists

There used to be a cacophony Of things that never found any words Ironical, ain't it? It's a harangue of unheard things! But how it has no words, When a pair of ears lend to you. A daunting task of all To tell someone why you are well you! As if you are this thing They can fix! Now who would tell them That we ain't any sadist, Or any lovers of melancholies We just stopped getting disappointed.

She be my choice

Is my skin colour bothering you Are my words so hard That it feels like a knife through you Is it so hard to be empathetic Coz sitting here feels like I am a dreadful mess Whom you can't cherish Just coz my choices ain't same As defined by others Doesn't mean you make me So hard on myself I am trying so hard not to Fall for her But it's hard to stop drowning into her Coz she is a drug to me Her scent, her warm lips on mine I am driving wild without her presence Can you send her my love through this Coz I am afraid if I will be here Waiting for someone who is never meant to be mine Without her I am smelling death I know it's death coz I smelt it before When you blamed me to be myself And she is not any different than you I am not ashamed to have her as my Choice But I am ashamed to be somebody else's choice

Dwelled

Amidst those silent breezes There's a tide forsaken An infinite amount of thuds In those unwitty roars of laughters Lil twisted lil unravelled knots Binding two into one Two faces of innocence Turning into a nuisance Such a master of this game we are Leaving no stone undone Just coz we can't let go off it Yet, its a maze of mirrors Musing thee in one's search endlessly

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