I have stories of love, dipped in claret red, that stink of freshly planted stabs over the raw verses of my gullible poetries.
I have stories of vexation, soaked in blazing auriferous, that stain the transient peace of my mind but fail to defile my heart, for my heart is now, a true solivagant.
But I, I ink in pure black, revealing the semi-coruscating stories, that were delicately weaved by the eyes of innocence and were deliberately lost to the false hopes of adolescence. that were almost a cynosure, but could never really be one. You're a colour-blind, if you mistake them for a love tale. You're just the same, if you mistake them for a narrative of severance. Did I not tell you, that I slipped into something profound, the day, you sadistically distorted the strings of my aesthetic genre.
Yes, I am a misfit 'cause.. I don't puff away a cigarette to get over a heart-break, and I don't jiggle around in a party with a glass of chilled red wine.
Yes, I am a misfit 'cause I don't try vibrant hairstyles, or paint the bottom edge of my eyes, and I don't settle my disputes with kitchen, or earn praises for composing the finest cup of tea.
Yes, I am a misfit 'cause I go on occasional dates with my coffee mug and I eagerly wait for that one parched summer evening to catch up with my favorite crimson cold-drink.
Yes, I am a misfit 'cause.. I intentionally leave my hairs open, or maybe, I am lazy enough to decorate myself. I carry specs, it carries a perspective. I mind sharing my bed 'cause my notebook finds it offensive.
Trend it, that we are the ones, who brag about our sophisticated culture, and then, we are the same ones, who find it "just cool " to greet people with abuses.
Trend it, that we are the ones, who preach about the significance of life, and then, we are the same ones, who find it "just cool" to inhale death in order to satiate our teenage thirst.
Trend it, that we are the ones, who run hashtags on twitter ( for a handful of days ) and then, we are the same ones, who find it "just cool" to drop the same in the wake of the latest spice that's up in the market.
Trend it, that we are the ones, who belong to the land of diversity and then, we are the same ones, who find it "just cool" to threaten anyone who picks up a green flag over saffron. ( When did patriotism become a colour and not a feeling? )
// I am a list of all those questions, you hesitate befriending, I'm not so out-spoken, Would you still put me on trending? //