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We both are different we both have raised ourselves as different
You found the care of attachment in detachment
I rather fought and rebelled I sought utter tranquil of detachment in the cage of attachment
You'll always thrive in gropup and be happy and ambiable in your synthesized mundane world of friends and being social realizing you'll never be alone but were you lonely in the process of remarkable silence
See I won't answer you have to answer it by yourself
Don't peek that sharp at me far from alter ego
I'm opposite you integrated still far from one
I differentiated torn and thrown upside down divided in dillusion a misanthrope in creation
I hate noise I don't dance in your placid harmony
I don't cheer in your gullible lucratives
I don't care about your watch of century, your jewellery of filligary
I don't like people I suffocate in your so called meetings and groups
Crowd of droplets are precious then the chaotic heartbeats
I find your gossips to be nonsense blaming and complaining then boasting and cheering in presence
I find you pseudo like the counterfeit coin just a copy of something precious
Hanging with a prince tag you drinking in aisle and I call myself the poet of destruction
Seeker of attention through intellect I call myself independent
I'm complete in the solitude of emptiness dependent you stand begging for ears
I and my pen that's all that's precisely the conversation of euthanasia and pain, joy and euphoria
All in a single sentence
Our choices are different our desires are different
Never meant for each other yet staring and Peeking relatively slithering in the race of beginning we quarrel
Incomplete without each other
You the girl of dream.. I the boy of your worst nightmares
Glittering our doubts whom you call love I refrain as a journey of agreeing to disagreements

My silhouette is far from being understood... It's not coherent or even symphonic, where you seek me in someone else realizing I never was and never will be even closely related to what you expect "

-30/3/2018

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