I don't know but it felt like writing There is something which needs to come out It's not that I am good with words But this lust to vent it out To left my mark somewhere, anywhere. It's not weed speaking but a new toxin this time
These writing spells are like random mutations A windy night amidst warm summer A disease from a foreign land
But the Inbox is full now Some msgs need to be discarded Others will be archived here Spam as always will be ignored and burned
No wonder, msgs from Sex is quite repetitive here That's the second most liked and hated word All feelings in attachment here are of self help Many are tagged as satisfaction Rest were out of desperation These mails will keep coming for some more time Better categorise them with Zomato-hunger
To be honest I don't want to write If write then definitely not publish There is already lot of wisdom, pain, happiness and help out there Don't want to create more trash
Maybe! Maybe! Not everything is trash But most of it is, for me atleast And it's hard to filter Can't do much with just 24 hours 2 hands and one brain
Who am I kidding Aren't you another me Hoping and finding answers Chemicals if not answers Puzzled, confused in this wanderland Wasting time and energy
Ok! Time for agree to disagree My spams are your bread and butter Your archives are my gems.
A deeply felt #poetry writing by me, after a short gap. But, I can assure you that this one is filled with #Rage. I've not written it with full-fledged anger. Rather, I just tried tap into my naturally residing rage, which is quite intense and much more meaningful; thus evident that it is higher & #Classy, than some nonsensical anger. I hope you will enjoy reading it.