I can’t wish for the World to be a better place because my own world has shrunk to a micro system
One whose centre of gravity is me
My headaches are millions of gases wrapped around a ball of crystal to constitute my stars
My heartaches is a mighty globe called the sun
Trials and tribulations are daily feeds
How am I then supposed to emphasize with CNN
Forgive my selfishness but right now this World isn’t giving me anything
Instead it takes, takes, takes
My galaxy multiplies a million times over and no one bothers to understand
No one tried to understand,
Not the people who sing their love for me, not God
What should I do?
I can’t even protest, can you hate God? Can you hate life?
I don’t even want answer to that question,
I want solutions
I don’t want to look at that brutal end as an exit,
I want to live life
I want to hear the first three bars of Wiz Khalifa’s maan and enjoy it like every other person my age
I think I don’t know what I want or how to get it,
I think poetry isn’t the consolation I expected,
I am more scared and depressed than I have ever been but…..
I know there is that little glimmer of hope
That miniature relief that lightens my micro system from time to time
I know it would rear its head pretty soon
If not today, then maybe tomorrow
I’d be patient and await its coming because I know deep down that no matter how or murky it get,
Once a while people would turn up
People who truly understand and care,
People who wouldn’t judge
People I’d like to start afresh with
Then a whole new galaxy would be born
And yes
It’d be beautiful just like me both inside and outside
:-