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Aug 4 · 226
Untitled
Sparrow Aug 4
ना कभी आपसे हम ये जहां मांगे थें
ना ही कभी एक मुट्ठी आसमान मांगे थें
सिर्फ धड़कते दिल के तड़पते अल्फाजों से
आपके चेहरे पे मुस्कान मांगे थें

Never asked the world of you
Nor a handful of the sky -
Just wished that the struggling words of my beating heart
Could put on your face, a smile
Sparrow Jul 28
Heart:
Look at her
and tell me-
is there anything more beautiful?

Mind:
Maybe a smile
that would have drowned in a sea of tears
but to the surface, managed to paddle through-
A smile without compromise,
that reveals for a moment, all of you
Take some time out to love yourself.
You cannot convince anyone else to do the same if you're not doing it yourself.
Jul 27 · 169
Untitled
Sparrow Jul 27
I'm calling her name,
even though I've run out of things to say.
But because the clock is ticking,
I do not want this conversation to end.

If my words bear insignificance,
then I shall in patient silence, listen.
But I may never relive, re-love;
So tonight, let not her voice fade.
My silence is poetry. Hers is an assassin.
Jul 23 · 56
Sweets
Sparrow Jul 23
I remember walking back from school
the tenner for the bus ride in my pocket
There would be a row over why I had taken so long
But I'd gulp the sondesh down, and it'd be forgotten

The grey haired proprietor of the sweetmeat store
wore a perennial smile on his face
And sometimes I wondered if he had ever been sad
How could he with those sweets on his silver trays?

I learned to grasp the concept of gravity
when a piece of sweetmeat went down my throat
And then a lesson on quick mathematics
when the shopkeeper stretched his palm for what I owed

But sadly the chemistry book had no formula for me
to turn sugar and milk to that special treat
The report card was skewed, and the scolding that ensued
Was only remediated by my favourite sweet
Throwback to college days when I used to miss home :(

My love for sweets hasn't faded all this time
I'll just cross my fingers and hope you like this rhyme
Jul 21 · 145
Autumn
Sparrow Jul 21
Leaves shed
as she leaves behind
Those worn old faces and troubled minds
to a distant land
Her brave heart is fuelled by freedom

I walk alone
over graves gold and red
Rustle and crunch! complain the dead
With a grimace,
I bid welcome to my favourite season

The northwest breeze
shares a smoke with me
As I solicit the shade of a leafless tree
The dust gathers
around my feet, around my life uneven

A golden sky
when the red sun sets
A cloud floats by that resembles her face
with the colours
that make Autumn, to me, so appealing
Fall is the season to fall out of love. C'mon little sparrow. Fly.
Jul 19 · 124
{insert her name}
Sparrow Jul 19
When she takes the hairpin out
and the darkness of the night flows down
Sparks of fire in those streaks of brown
And in that ocean tranquil, I wish to drown

When she rolls her eyes in annoyance
the world stops it's pitiful rotation
Time realises it's gross subjugation
And I relish that helping of frozen frustration

When she arches her brows inward
I pray that her temples don't fall for my error
A silent earthquake which may devour me forever
And in my heart held hostage, I feel it's tremors

When she twists the corners of her lips in a smile
the Sun starts peeking out from the clouds
Spectral drums in my heart beat aloud
And for this petty victory, I feel so proud

When she speaks into my ears
I lose all grasp on language and grammar
In her divine symphony composed of glamour
I cannot help but lose myself, feel enamored

-x-

As the clock keeps ticking, I ask but of her
these moments priceless
Knowing well that she may love these lines,
but not the man who writes them
Been really inspired by Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore this week. I remember I wasn't too fond of his work growing up, but now I realise what a fool I've been.
Sparrow Jul 14
हमारी मोहब्बत पे यकीन ना आया उन्हें
वो समझीं बस हमारी नादानी है

लकीर ए सियाही से इजहार जो फरमाएं
मालूम हुआ वो किसी और की दीवानी है

कीड़ा किताबी, अब बन गया शराबी
रगों में खून नहीं, जाम और पानी है

मगर दर्द की चादर में लिपटने का क्या फायदा
सिर्फ हमारी नहीं, ये तो हर शायर की ज़ुबानी है

वही पुरानी कहानी है
Was probably not a good idea to take a break from writing in the first place.

Translation:

The same old story

She wasn't convinced of my feelings
She thought my love was naivety

With ink and lines I expressed my love
But found her infatuation lay elsewhere

The bookworm, now indulged in drink,
Spirit and water flow through these bloodless veins

But it is pointless to be shrouded in sadness
For it is not mine alone, this is every poet's tale

That same old story
Jun 6 · 94
Destiny
Sparrow Jun 6
I would like to fly
to the far ends of the Earth
in your trail-

(But these wings were clipped so freshly
torn so frightfully, ripped so ferally
Alas! How cruel is destiny..)

-yet with
ichor and remembrance,
I shall have to be content
Now a little deception of my own.
Jun 4 · 374
Bookmark
Sparrow Jun 4
There it lay forgotten,
in the shelf gathering dust -
A chapter that had once been opened,
and halfway through shut.

Maybe some day,
in the future near or far
Another may wipe the cover
and with love pick it up

They might turn the pages,
might even read to the end
So don't expect your bookmark
to stay on the same page.
Just another idea of masking thoughts behind realities.
Jun 1 · 89
Electric
Sparrow Jun 1
I'm stealing glances,
trying to hide behind
useless conversation

I'm taking my chances,
trying to conceal all my
misappropriations

Am I hurting or am I healing?
I'm not yet sure of what I'm feeling
I just sense your magic run through me
Like a thousand volts of ecstasy

I'm counting the seconds,
trying to delay the
pull-down of the curtains

I look to the heavens,
trying to beseech
the God that never listened

Am I hurting or am I healing?
I'm not yet sure of what I'm feeling
I just sense your abandon stagger me
Like a thousand volts of misery

Oh, you.
when I think of you,
it's as if sparks start flying above my head
when I look at you,
drums of arrhythmia keep beating in my chest

Am I hurting or am I healing?
I'm not yet sure of what I'm feeling..
Am I hurting or am I healing?
I'm not yet sure of what I'm feeling..
A thousand volts of lyric poetry.
May 30 · 89
Just a minute
Sparrow May 30
Time is money
And all my money is spent
On the letters I typed in
and pressed delete instead of send

Wasted my recesses
on machine made black coffee,
That was as devoid of sweetness
as the empty chair opposite me

All those hours
of thinking may have been in vain
For now I crave just a minute
to gaze upon your face again
There has been no greater need of a time machine than for a poet feeling regret.
Sparrow May 29
Heart:
I have a book of songs,
a collection of antique emotions,
carefully crafted for someone
Like how seedlings germinate
inside the womb of the good green Earth
feeling the warmth of a watchful Sun

Yet I pick up another,
a chronicle sans embellishments,
A tale every bit pure, every bit unspun
A familiar fear grips me -
clouds me, maims me, ****** me
as I open it with glum expectations

But I feel myself break,
to know of my absence from this tome,
with each page I anxiously turn
Did I not deserve
a chapter, a line, atleast a word?
Maybe I will find a footnote - none!

Mind:
Oh my dear heart,
Do not expect in return something better
because you've surrendered to her memories
Equivalence is just, but justice is not a quality

How do you plan to **** the one
whom you've already granted immortality?
At the price of a pun, get a paradox free.
May 27 · 352
Farewell
Sparrow May 27
I do not have hearty anecdotes to share,
for I was never more than garnish on the plate
But do not think that silence is indifference,
It is necessary to keep my anguish contained

Come tomorrow, we will get to see
A new dawn for you, and a new one for me
For better or for worse I know not - I will be
without your jests and laughter for company

I know,
There will be a little less sunshine
O friend, philosopher, and guide
So I'll try my best to force a smile
But this is where we say goodbye.
Speak.
Speak.
SPEAK.

piano solo.
Cry rivers for an inkling. Is that a fair trade.
I am only as sad as how your God made.
Sparrow May 25
कैसे समझाऊं की कितना नादान है तू
अपने ही हालत से अनजान है तू
सच्चा है तो सच क्यूं बोल ना पाए
ए दिल, कितना बेईमान है तू

कभी होंठों पे हसी का इनाम है तू
कभी पलकों में सावन का पैग़ाम है तू
गिरगिट भी हैरान तेरे बदलते रंगो से
ए दिल, कितना बेईमान है तू

सोचता था कि सतरंगी आसमान है तू
पर अब लगता है मौसम ए तूफान है तू
ज़ंजीरों से है शिकायत पर तोड़ना भी ना चाहे
ए दिल, कितना बेईमान है तू


How to make you understand how naive are you
Your own feelings are unknown to you
If you're truthful why can't you speak the truth
O heart, so dishonest are you

Sometimes a prize of a smile at the lips are you
Sometimes the message of monsoon in the eyes are you
Even a chameleon is dumbfounded by your changing colours
O heart, so dishonest are you

I thought a rainbow-filled sky were you
But now I feel a raging storm are you
You complain about your chains yet don't want to break them
O heart, so dishonest are you
The heart wants what it wants.
But what if it doesn't know what it wants?

Will add a translation soon..
Sparrow May 22
हो चाहत में इतनी शिद्दत, के कोई ताकत सामना कर ना सके
हो दिल में इतनी मोहब्बत, के नफरत भी मुकाबला कर ना सके

Let my desire have such intensity that no power dare face it
Let my heart bear such love that no hatred can ever match it
The sure way to **** temptation is to face it.
again and again.
and once more.
or twice.

Titled प्रेम पुजारी - translates to 'Priest of love'
May 14 · 1.3k
Tsunami
Sparrow May 14
You may have seen me
like leaves green of a summer tree
Never cared to understand
the roots that grew beneath

You may have heard me
like the noise of a falling pin
For in your ears, naught but
your own voice is sweet melody

You may have known me
like gentle waves atop the sea-
Ignored the raging maelstrom,
but can you escape the tsunami?
We become selfless by caring for others,
yet we become careless by caring for others.
May 8 · 99
Cheap justice
Sparrow May 8
My soul hunts cheap justice
Over the plains of carpeted floors
Beyond the savannah of desk chairs
Away from the huts of curious minds
and the shine of polished nameplates

My eyes seek cheap justice
Looking to the sea of masked faces
A mountain of guilt stands in between
An avalanche of shame crashes down
Forcing me back to my silent retreat

My heart finds cheap justice
in a kind word, or maybe four?
Or in an arm around the shoulder -
Maybe a smile as wide as the Amazon.
Priceless for me, an expense of your gesture.
Funny how one small gesture from one person can lift you up amidst all the other horrible things and people around.
May 8 · 61
Turntable
Sparrow May 8
If your Gods were just,
you would be the one penning this

And I would be blind
And I would be deaf
And I would be numb
To your flavour of bitter bliss
Ummmmmmmmm.. just a thought
May 8 · 80
Untitled
Sparrow May 8
Honestly, I was never your enemy
Sadly, you were never my friend
Foolishly, I placed my trust in someone
For whom I was a means to an end
C'mon.
Sparrow May 7
बदन पे बरसात की बूंदे गिरे,
तो ना जाने क्यों जलता हूं में।

शाम का जाम तो बस बहाना है,
मीठी ज़हर निगलता हूं में।

तकदीर बदलना कोई खेल तो नहीं,
अब हिम्मत करने से भी डरता हूं में।

जीना तो तूने ही सिखाया है मुझे,
तो ना जाने तुझपे क्यों मरता हूं में।

दुनिया चले, तू भी चली,
बस पत्थर की तरह रुका हूं में।

आंखो में नींद आए ना जब की
मोहब्बत करने से थक चुका हूं में।
When drops of rain fall on the skin,
who knows why it feels aflame

The evening spirits is just an excuse,
Sweet poison I gulp into myself

To twist the threads of fate is no easy game,
Now to muster courage, I feel fearful

You taught me how to live,
so who knows why I die for you

The world moves on, and you did too,
But like a rock, I'm standing still

There is no sleep in these eyes even though
I'm tired of loving you
Apr 30 · 104
The ides of March
Sparrow Apr 30
Beware the ides of March, they said,
But I had fallen heels over head
It was but the seventh day of January
and March looked a spot, far away

Aware of my own reality, I was-
But caught in her fantasy, too, I was-
So I spent February melancholy
With pens and journals, bottles and drugs

Alas the day came, lifted was the mist
of reverence and awe, and again I could see
The stab wounds slowly clotted and closed
Left scars of love etched in heart and skin
'Et tu Brute?'

Inspired by William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.
Apr 17 · 121
My words
Sparrow Apr 17
How will the vain
who love the noises of their own voices
gather the patience to listen?
Common sense has gone missing

They wield weapons
blunt and loud like a demagogue's growl
that defiles civil notions
Tools to toy with emotions

-X-

Glaring, with nostrils flaring,
at a divorce of nib and ink
My words, forming furiously -
Sharpen them more, rethink!

My words, they will cut deep -
They will pierce the thickest of skins
And find their way into dark hearts
to remind them what it is to bleed.
Feeling quite hateful.
Maybe it's me.
Or maybe it's the world.
Or maybe it's the world I see
on the news channel.
Good fortune to you, friends.
Sparrow Apr 16
It is a respite
to forget for a while
that the number of candles grow
and birthday cakes shrink in size
gradually, each time

Curse this dream!
The doors kept on shaking
And all my strength was not enough
against His brute ferocity
But alas! Not enough to wake me

Must I live in bed
these moments of her death?
When indeed He comes for her,
I wish I can broker a trade -
to take me instead

Sigh..
If only I could stop Time.
Subconscious delivers a reality check. Happy birthday, Ma.
Apr 13 · 85
Untitled
Sparrow Apr 13
अल्फाजों में गुमनाम को
दाखिला दिलाएं कौन
महफ़िल तो रोज़ सजे पर
कल से उसे सजाए कौन

बहार तो बस मौसम है
दिल को ये समझाएं कौन
बदलते रहें पर ये ना बदले
कल यादों से बेहलाएं कौन

ना पता चूक हुई है किनसे
और फिर भूल दोहराएं कौन
के हर गलती ना होती गुनाह
कल हमें य याद दिलाएं कौन

-x-

The nameless in these words
Who shall grant them entry?
We are entertained everyday
But come tomorrow, who will be at it's centre?

Spring is just a season
Who will explain that to the heart?
They keep changing but it will not
Tomorrow who will coax it with memories?

I don't know who is at blame
And who is going to repeat their mistakes?
That not every mistake is a crime
Tomorrow who will make me realise that?
I apologise for the translation, the sentence structure favours Hindi.
Apr 6 · 191
Friday ritual
Sparrow Apr 6
I walk home under a red sky
back to my dingy apartment
I strip off the garb of the trade
and fall on the inviting single bed
Walls close in, but I'm thankful
for the large window beside my head
To watch the trees
To watch the birds return to their nests

Old coats seem like hanged convicts
From the jagged cupboard hooks
The only thing that is new
is the mountain of books
On my bedside, yet to read
I shall pick one up on the morrow
To feel coin well spent
To feel the surprise - will it be thrill, joy, or sorrow?

I place my blue hardback journal
on a makeshift table of cardboard box
I ensure the fluorescent sleeps
so I do not suffer unexpected knocks
Under a tungsten fire, with royal blue dye
I strike the pages with a fountain pen
To mark the week as done
To breathe back life into the poet again
I am thankful for all of you on hellopoetry for your inspiration, encouragement, critique -

I love to write, and I am bettered by your communion
So here I am, sharing with you, my Friday night ritual
Sparrow Apr 3
Every night
I wait till 4 AM
when the moon comes
to my part of the sky
and illuminates my windowsill
with her silver light

Lunar radiance
lulls me slowly
I listen to the soft song
with closed eyes
sung by the southern breeze
like gentle wind chimes

The dead letters of Sleep
finally arrive at my postbox desolate
but not long before the neon dial starts screaming,
"IT'S TOO LATE! IT'S TOO LATE!"

It's too late..
On team insomnia we don't believe in sleep.
Apr 1 · 127
Adulting
Sparrow Apr 1
Adults fight all the time,
like children -
So I should take the charge and grow up already!
How might I do that exactly?
Should I start by sipping a cup o' tea?
Or take a swig from the bottle of whisky?
Grow some hair on my face maybe?

But I still fancy chocolate milk
on the side of animal-shaped biscuits
while I plug my earphones in
to cut out the domestic horror story
Don't fight in the presence of children.
They will learn what they see.
Or worse, turn out like me.
Apr 1 · 137
Make a wish tonight
Sparrow Apr 1
I'm a ship without a captain
I sail wherever the wind takes me
I have seen troubled waters, but
I always feel powerless to turn

I'm a navigator without a compass
I don't know where my heading is
I cannot find the North Star, but
I don't need to in these doldrums


I'd rather remain here
Hear my wish!
O shooting star -
Bless me with an eternal tonight
So I can forever gaze at the stellar sky
lalalalala I wanna sing this
Mar 31 · 215
Volcano
Sparrow Mar 31
My extinction
is your biggest
misapprehension
Liquid rage crackles like
the snores of an inferno
slumbering deep within
Do you want to
pelt another stone,
drill another hole?
But then,
you'd best run home
and run for your life
for I shall emerge
from dormancy
to bring forth hot tears
across your cheeks

So halt your assault
Cease your trials
The fire burns
too close to my skin
I feel my restraint rapidly diminish -
it is the last wall
that stands in between
Run.
Mar 31 · 199
Untitled
Sparrow Mar 31
Again the winds have shifted
The light swings another side
The shadows start dancing
Abandoning me in plain sight

-X-
swing :)
|
swing >:(
|
seek solitude
Mar 31 · 116
Filthy
Sparrow Mar 31
As children,
playing outside
to our hearts' content
was only when
we came home filthy

As society,
then why must we
clean up our act
and turn a blind eye
to censorship?

-X-
Remembering George Carlin and his comedy.

"Better a witty fool than a foolish wit."
-Feste, Twelfth Night, William Shakespeare
Mar 30 · 207
Mirrors
Sparrow Mar 30
Mirrors reflect the truth
sans embellishment
Built with fragile glass
So easily shunned,
so easily shattered

A lone mirror
hung up on a wall
to serve the pleasures of the vain
But when two
face each other
and manage to hit the right angle
Limitless images are formed
Miracle and magic! alone no more
You need two people for a party.  Finding that second person is the challenge.

Inception for this was largely inspired by this:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3060509/rainy-day-activties/
Mar 30 · 67
Sparrows
Sparrow Mar 30
We are happy to chirrup with the others
but would the peacocks dance with us?
Our coats not exotic but shabby and plain
And we like being in places close to our nests
We love the sky and to breathe the clean air
But do not aspire to go where eagles dare
Do not pity us, oh great birds of pride
Our songs are sweeter- never mind our size
For vanity and attention is not why they are sung
But to plug the holes you skewered in our hearts
This piece is very close to me.
Because between the lines it tells my story.
They say I'm alone. But they don't know.
I'm a sparrow.
Mar 30 · 380
Permanence?
Sparrow Mar 30
I am usually an amnesiac
Which is why there is always
cheap stationery in my pockets

- "An inexpensive set from Faber-Castell"

I look to my scribbles when I'm lost
unless an unexpected shower
has been tasked to ruin them

- "Pages stuck together, smudged and stained"


Three monsoons have come and went
I don't carry an umbrella or run for cover anymore
I stand in the middle of the downpour, drenched
But I guess some inks are just too hard to wash away
Use the sharpie on the whiteboard at your own peril, fans of irony.
Mar 30 · 104
Faithless
Sparrow Mar 30
A fork
we came across
and you said
this is where
our journey ends
for we must walk our separate ways

Why assume
that I would not
have shattered the Earth
to carve our own road?
Why so callous
in the manner you let me go?

My heart was your dominion,
oh Empress
And I put all my faith in you,
oh Faithless
bad memories ----- but atleast I'm thankful I can write because of them.
Sparrow Mar 29
Heart:
Wise one! Hearken to me,
for I need enlightening
-there stands a tree
in a part of me
once where flowers of love blossomed
and sparrows used to sing
to the mornings of eternal spring
Now the flowers have wilted
the birds have flown from their nests
yet the branches continue to grow
and the roots still run deep
I have not the courage
to task myself with its rearing
My memories of springtime
are still fresh, still endearing

Mind:
I'm afraid there is
but one cure for this disease
Along with the soil
that so graciously hosts it,
You must uproot this tree
and spend the rest of your life
as an amputee
The heart is too kind to fell a tree.
So the mind added an axe to the shopping list.
Mar 29 · 59
Venus Flytrap
Sparrow Mar 29
I can't move my wings
I can't move my feet
Stuck and suffocated
under a slowly closing lid

My ignorance invokes my ruin
I have been so stupid
If that justifies this punishment
then yes, devour me

-X-
Mar 29 · 201
Snap!
Sparrow Mar 29
Her bright red sweater
surrounded by the yellow of the sunflowers
Captured is the heart
it seems - though the lens has failed to focus

The bend took me away.
- Snap!
Ever felt your heart race faster than the shutter of a camera?
Or maybe my camera is defective.
Either one of those.
Mar 29 · 136
Safe house
Sparrow Mar 29
No need to knock
I don't mind
But I request you not to
carry the lantern inside

For I am afraid of the light
and this is the only place left to hide

My sleeves unfolded
Do you mind?
To conceal the cuts on my skin
and the stench of necrosis alkaline

Yes I am afraid of the light
and this is the only place left to hide

If you seek welcome
in my mind
your heart must bleed darkness
and restless should be your eyes

Are you afraid of the light?
Come, friend - this is our place to hide
I may not be able to show you the light.
But I won't turn you down when you need a place to hide.
Mar 29 · 144
Camping
Sparrow Mar 29
How the night turns cold
as I sit under the stars
The grass grows moist
around the plastic mat
Droplets of dew appear
on the walls of the tent
As I tune in to the nocturnal
song of the crickets

The fire dies, the fire dies outside.

-X-
Mar 28 · 249
Letter to Grandma
Sparrow Mar 28
Dear Granny,

I saw someone
a week ago,
In the streets
on my way back home..

Her wrinkled skin burnt by the Sun
Her attire frayed and patched with dust
An empty oil can of crumpled tin
A humble sum peeks shyly from within
Her hand stretched, a cup formed from her palms
It shakes too furiously to beg for alms
She speaks a language alien to me
Yet her eyes tell me a universal story
A tale of a debt that was never paid
Kindness was dealt a hand of apathy instead
And the care with which a seedling grows
Was not returned as winter crept close
Because fall came and went, and the old leaves are spent
Shed across the city streets, with none to speak for the dead

Like the world around me I know not
why I should care
Her face is that of a stranger to me
Yet I keep waking up
on account of these dreams
A similar picture, a similar scene
And at the heart of it
The face is yours,
Granny.

Love,
Soham
Do not neglect the old. As you wouldn't be neglected as the young.
The golden rule.
Mar 28 · 241
Lies
Sparrow Mar 28
What you've heard
is not fact
but an opinion
What you've seen
is not the truth
but a perception
Welcome to the generation of fake news
Mar 27 · 114
Obsession
Sparrow Mar 27
Your skin honeydew smooth
I shudder at the touch
From the break of dawn I crave you
With an abnormal lust
I know I shouldn't, yet I must..

I breathe you into me
With every kiss I place
Hoping that it lasts forever
But I know you'll never stay
All I'll be left with is the aftertaste..

You race within my veins
And run across my soul
Enticing me, exciting me
Till the sweat exudes through my pores
I never want to let you go..

-X-

I turn a blind eye to your poison
Although you're killing me
For my heart obsesses like a fanatic
And my mind reasons like a devotee
I always have this sense of achievement
when I create something with multiple interpretations.
Hope you enjoy reading it as much.
Mar 26 · 309
Gravity
Sparrow Mar 26
Love is a phenomenon
Not dissimilar to gravity
Like an ignoramus
The stoic heart denies it

Until it falls.
My dear friends,
should you fall,
I hope the surface is soft.
Mar 22 · 415
Colours
Sparrow Mar 22
Colour me in your mind
Am I vermillion red
or prussian blue?
Maybe a mix of the two?
Or just a hue
Of simple forest green
No wait, aquamarine
like an underwater scene
Deep and darkness within
Yet maybe you enjoy shades
that are bright
and they look so
under the sunlight
But true colours show
only under the grayest skies
to the most observant eyes
You only get to know a person truly when they are at their darkest moments.
Oh, happy Holi from a Norman Gortsby ;)
Mar 20 · 118
Spiteful eyes
Sparrow Mar 20
Lend an ear,
hear me whisper -
all I wanted you to do

If I still felt
that you had ever cared,
I would probably ask you..

Did I deserve
to be terrorized
by your spiteful eyes?
I didn't need to read between the lines.
I could read the hate.
Not sure I deserve it.
Wish I could fool myself to believe you cared enough to answer that question.
Sparrow Mar 19
What genre of music do you like?

Mind:
What to declare
My love for soulful old melodies
Or pragmatic modern beats?
For there is no room for error here

Heart:
I am but a simpleton
As far as I am concerned
There exists just two genres -
The one I love and the one I don't.
When you are asked as a socially awkward person about your musical taste, a war in your mind to make a good impression, to avoid being charged with oddity in your taste but then, you like what you like, you hate what you hate.

PS. Sorry for the looooooooooooong title, but the heart gets the better of the mind this time :)
Mar 19 · 129
Safe
Sparrow Mar 19
When you said,
"Your secret is safe",
Vulnerable
is how I felt.
The art of spotting a liar is cultivated through severe emotional stress that stems from betrayal by people who you think are close to you.

Like a plot twist of a cheap thriller, liars stand out by the setting of their premise.

Well, I'm a liar as well. Born out of the need to keep the liars happy.
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