Next time, When they ask
“How is it going?”
Talk about the pithole of life
And they would be startle
Struggling to find their tongue
The question has just became
A causal, friendly chat
Nobody wants to know the hell of you
Unless of course they hate you
Most of the rest
We don’t really care
We are just killing the time
Or is it the openness that is rare
And the world is still redeemable
And they are not indifferent
But rather your answer is different
And that nobody, nobody risk vulnerability

No one want to know
Who you are
What’s your story
What made you
What broke you
And why
I am guilty of it too
Anyway the world is mostly dull
And only few stands out
Others- they are just too **** loud
With so little content
And too much *******
And their ideal projection
Just never seems to end
Too full of themselves
That only the river weeps
Only the water gets salty

There are handful of those free spirited soul
It’s not much
But that gotta account for something
At today’s time
At today’s world
To have one’s soul intact
Is an astonishing feat
Some are scared of the dark
I find my solace in it
And the little thing
that shines
That illuminates
Makes me hang on to my hope
No matter how little it is
Compared to the vastness of the darkness
May it not be flashy enough to illuminate others
At least it dares to shine

Talking to these people is so satisfying
You are one of them
They talk about the things that matter
Or thing that resonates with one’s soul
It’s as good as any ***
Or maybe I haven’t had a good *** yet
Some of them
They just stays with you
In your heart
In your brain
In your **** being
Though not completely out of the touch of  the norm
They aren’t as constrained
They dare to act out
Or at least they don’t know
Know how to truly fit in
And they just carry on

Maybe you are burned and out
But I love how hard you try to reignite
And only few cares
Only few are worth the time and trouble
But these mad people are the one
That keeps the world’s dynamic going
I too am guilty of the thing I accuse others of
Anyway the world is mostly dull
And those fews are the blessings
They don’t hide beneath the sheet
Or at least they know when to raise that sheet
You are one of them
You dare to reveal the ugliness
While rest of just rather hide
In conquest for the perfection
Which never ends
And in all your shortcomings- You are

And you are poetically beautiful
Inside out