My worth is not something other people can dictate
in the group that love you there’s always a few who hate
the wolf dressed as a sheep may turn out to be your best mate
for everything you do for them they don’t appreciate
They think they are better though it doesn’t seem to be
when you get the attention and the love they never see
the narcissist within them feels entitled to believe
in a skill they have in them that stops you going free
Wont hesitate to make you look as though you’re full of flaws
Spreading rumours you’re useless to make you look a tool
and say they always help you out for no return at all
as if they’ve given everything and been treated like a fool
They think of you as someone who is always in their debt
the very few favours they do they won’t let you forget
calling in that same favour more times than you’d expect
and if you don’t do what they want they’ll show you they’re upset
The friend who’s proud to lie is no friend to be beside
you’ll watch as they lose everyone and you’re the next in line
you better pray you know enough to see ahead in time
just to be the one who made them lose their flipping mind
She had a talk with her belief,
A belief of what she never saw,
Her belief wanted to believe,
She’d seen what she yearned for,
So she told a story of her belief,
A story she’d soon deny,
A fantastic story of small sick things,
But this story was a lie,
Her belief of what she had to do,
To fit in with the crowd,
Would lead to the death of a man,
When the truth was disallowed,
You see, she created a lie,
Believing a rumour to begin,
An avalanche of falsity,
To make her fit right in.
A gust of shower
On the way to Bhubaneswar
In the midst of spring
And a window seat
After lots of request
To witness soothing views
Alas! Shockingly a broken window.
After rain
The shimmering fool moon
Like a steady but curious seer
Shower blessings on dhak flowers
To give them a look brighter and deeper.
Shivering were the leaves outside
And the lips and body of mine too
Amidst wind so chill
Blanketing the earth to still
Lulled me amidst silent dales and hills
Flowers and twigs
Rivers and streams, clouds and mist
Earth and heaven.
The raindrops on leaves
To be dew drops pretend
Carrying miniature suns in each
Steadfast like quiescence sages contemplating
Changes many as if they bring
The prediction of scorching summer
In silent echoes are spreading rumours.
To the shock of my matured pretention
Language learning kid of mine states in quest
‘The winter returns’.
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