The Dictionary Of My Pain

I abide

I amalgamate

Beyond the ambiguity and hyperbole

There’s that aplomb

The anachronism triumphs

The incongruous things attracts me

Is there an acronym for hate?

Is love for you is inconvertible?

Can I inculcate more discipline in my life?

Will those insipid moments fade away?

What’s the analogy between love and lust?

Are we antithesis?

I am an antonym of silence

Is this an irony?

I am no loquacious

I am just ludicrous

Waiting for a metamorphosis

Want to be more lucid

I am asinine

I am in love with assonance

I want to run away from the ballyhoo

The motif of my life is chaotic

I am a nominal rat.

Confused

I contradict

I circumnavigate

I love obsequious comments

I want to be omnipotent

I hate ostentatious people

Looks like an oxymoron

Life is a paradigm

Of colloquial ethics

The small connotation

Looks contrived

That’s the paradox

Pedantic journey through the cacophony

Swimming through the conundrum called wait.

Waiting for that phenomenal verse

The only criterion to survive

Cumulative violence inside my soul

Your pretentious smile

Often create rancour

My diction is limited

I have didactic words

I am utterly diffident

I can’t recapitulate

The reparation done

I was sanguine

Now I became sardonic.

I am the part of the entire satire

The divergent culture

The missing empathy

Is creating squalor in my existence.

I need no enlightenment

from a supercilious person

Everything is superfluous except love

There’s no syntax, no synchronicity.

Only tempestuous memories

Pain is ubiquitous

Unctuous

Loneliness is the newest luxury.

Fighting that existential crisis

Life seems to vacuous

There’s no validity

Of a vehement time

There’s no solidarity

nothing except that everlasting monotony.