He screams at himself
His heart burns like fire
He punches his fist on the wall
Tears roll down his eyes too
And then tries to calm down
He tries to take revenge
Not with his physical power
But with the sarcasm in the tone of his voice
Its strange how he once told someone
“I detest that sarcasm in your voice, the smirk on your face…
Just put that away”
And today he goes against his own principle he once preached
He can do anything to send the message across to those people
Those who never understood him, those who were naïve,
Those who made decisions on his behalf,
Those who hardly appreciated his innate talent
And those who could never get out of the cocoon of this “society”
Is he overanalyzing things?
In all these technicalities, is he losing his mind, his youth?
But I guess he just wants to enjoy life
He wants to live like there is no tomorrow
For the years of his existence, he could only see the glass as half empty
Now for the rest of it he wants to see it as half full…
“Its good to be a rebellion
It keeps me moving” he says…
But at the cost of all this?
5 comments:
That's my day and I am the rebel
Hmm.. Do you write romantic poems?! I want to see how good they are.. just curious!
It's Good to be a Rebellion, A rebellion of conventional Approach that's not working and still being Embraced. It's Good to be a rebellion of your Own negative thoughts, It is Good be Rebellion of Ego.. I can still go on.... I was surfing the blog and I came across this one and hence thought of putting across my brief comments.. Let's stay in touch. I do write as well.. Cris
No comments?? Or have you stopped Blogging ?? I was expecting your response.. My mail id is blackish.tall@gmail.com
Pls write back, shall wait in anticipation :)
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