I have given it all, to the voices in my head
telling me i am nothing but a fool
Just a nobody in the sea of nobodies
Pretending to know it all, trying to be cool.
The hardships exist like railroads
They reach way too far but never move
Strech their arms as much they can, and
the eternal silence becomes their groove
The friendships are all temporary
part of the elaborated stunt called life
The myths and the facts preserved inside
like sacred honey inside a beehive
The sweet essence of darkness
the intoxicating presence of destiny
The incompetence, not at all liberating
but an understandable tragedy
We are imposters to our ownself
the symptoms are all so subtle
The chink in our armors are malignant
way too much to win the battle.
- Sudipa Adak
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