I’d like the phone to ring at 2:30; but it don’t.
A hand full of groceries and the phone decides to deep-tone.
I’d like to move; but I stay.
Not worth the time; but the thoughts come to bay.
Bitter sweet; yet a melancholic tune plays.
Sincere hours of effort; yet there seems to be a delay.
A fork in the road? No, there are more than two ways to go.
Depressed you ask? No, just a regular human life blow.
Screaming and the audience can’t hear you.
Gleam and the world appears new.
An unfiltered conversation? How dare you ask of this?
Facades and Masks are potions to bliss.
It’s Black or White; No, you get a shade of grey.
Accept this and your life is slay.
Scribble down your thoughts ; more often than you think, it could be the beginning of a creative journey.
Thanks for reading!
Note: The feature image is not mine; All credits to the creator!
Nice work Aditya
Beautifully written!
Fresh poetic read! A new turn to the greyish reminisce of the everyday experience of our recent days. Hope the the mirage of clarity comes to a reality soon!
This really hit deep. In this age of a filtered reality and offences taken very seriously, hypocritical almost always, how then does one stay true to their self screaming to be heard and acknowledged. Phew!