Sunday, January 3, 2010

THE POEM OF HATE

Standing in the middle of the nowhere, it feels like I am alone

There are thousands of people around me, but still the world is empty.

I wait for the moment to come, when time will point its finger at me

Will I find my way or will it be another instance where I have nothing to say?

What is wrong in being different, what is wrong in being unique?

That people look at me as if I am a freak

Why wouldn’t they let me be ME, so that I can be free!!

I hate the indiscretion, I hate the indiscrimination

Sometimes I lose myself to wonder what is wrong with the situation

I go blank and the words won’t come out

That it makes me look like an idiot and then arise this doubt

What am I here for? What is my purpose?

Do I need to live this life to be this worthless?

Does the truth taste this bitter, that it leaves my heart in jitters?

Don’t want to believe the things I see or the stuff I hear?

Things looked so promising in the beginning, I can’t believe that it is already ending.

I ask my maker “WHY ME?” but his silence is an answer that is for me to see.

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