This stance at the helm..
Being Pundit of one’s own realm.
Devoured by Anticipations
Crammed with Total  disgruntlement.
The more you grow:
The more it becomes inapt to vent.
And there they are..
All behind the barss..
Approximating behaviour’
by the way you dress
Appraising attitude’
by that look on your face.
Myan how borndates used to be
about slicing celebration and glee.
But Year after year..
Slipping unto this asocial state-
How it has now become an ambuscade..
camouflaging beneath the reality zone’
Dragging another circle down the gravestone.
Decode !
Reload !
Wrecking away every inches of freedom
manifestation of all these random-
Responsibilities. duties .income.
Dreams and downfalls and criticism
The apathy . The enthusiasm..
Stupidity and the voices of Wisdom.

Certainly’ growing up has been a cozen..but amidst these ruse ” shalt I instead grow-wings to strive for enshrouded connections and answers to all the possibles-
But again it is all but an illusion.


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