The nostalgic insomniac

Once i hatched and fell down. No wonder people called me a clown. The branch wasn't strong enough to hold me up and i slipped away. I was a little grey they say. Dispassionate and detached. Hence ,   grey . No one bothered to pick me up because it was all a competition. I lacked the courage as i was the result of their premonition. Surviving this chaos desolately is not a slice of cake. Death of my parents gave me a heart ache. They were hunted. My life, stunted. I was left to fight with the world's harsh harmony when i learned to chirp. Believe me, i was flawless. Envious mates marvelled, though they seemed disturbed. Hypocritical opinions. Resentful looks. I had nothing to prove My fellow tree mates called me rue. Freedom is what I've seen people crave for. Portrayal of diplomacy in a silent war. Their world is just that one tall leafy tree. They never realized that freedom, is free. They've made a branch their en...

I knew a girl who had her head held high up to the world  She lost herself to her insecurities and bid goodbye to her self-esteem. Promises made, expectations raised as twisted as her curly braid   And then they lived in denial of all that they vowed upon Denial, a curse in her eyes kept her awake till dawn. “Together, forever.” Words of the ones who said they’ll never leave Hypocrites left her with wearied eyes, some tissues and her sleeve. Beliefs and trust led her to apathy. The prize she won were her tears of grief. She was called ‘young lady in agony.’ Her face now seemed like an autumn’s dry leaf. She lost hope. Her hopeless eyes were as gloomy as an oil lamp Drenched in her own fears, her clothes were now a little damp She got addicted. Not drugs, not alcohol but a book Carried it around, sniffed it. Did not care about the glances and the looks The look that she wore was of a helpless soul Who tried to cover it all up with dark kohl...