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.
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