The voice of an ugly duckling ,
battling herself within,
to get out of the box she had locked herself in.
A quagmire of hypocrisy,
She survives in ,
Struggling hard to sustain.
Outliving the chaotic terrain,
Strangled with the society’s stereotyping,
Rhapsodizing happy sad songs of the heart,
She observes as a way of healing.
Sadness – let me embrace it untill I get over what knocked my smiles away,
Suffering – let me dwell in this pool of pain until there cant be any more withering,
Broken – let me refrain untill I shake hands with an unusual abrupt begining ,
Tearfull – let me weep my eyes out untill my silentous cries cause defeaning,
Sickness – let my spirit rot untill I cant sew up the parasites in my head,
Weakness – let me slouch so low that emotions can be heeded no more,
Sorrowfull – let me agonize as much untill my nerves roar all the numbness out,
Hopeless – let me toss down untill I dont see my tomorrow any better than black,
Depressed – Is all I want to be .
Depressed – Just let me be untill I cant build my spine of steel.
A bad day caused my slumber to delay
On my bed I lay where I am done for today.
Thoughts Rushing in head with seamless gravity,
Sometimes I am quenched with my own inability,
Of Never retiring from the worlds captivity .
The next morning I wake up late to my stupidity,
Stupidity of Ignoring the alarm to Infinity.
No you do not have to pity, oversleeping is no audacity.
While asleep I just want all of me a little more,
So the entire universe I consider a sophomore.
Coz I love to zonk out of this rat raced city
And queen the land with hibernating facility.
Now I wake up to reality,
Only to see the probability and possibility
For me to remark that Sweetheart,
Life is No Serendipity!!