Archana malik
Sitting by myself,
Observing the world around,
People pass by,
Of different shades & design,
No one seems the usual kind,
All unique& just fine,
& then again,
They all seem the same…
Everythings wonderful
All is colourful,
Y then I see the world in
Only Black & white,
To me its always dark & bright,
Ugly & fine,
Wrong & right,
Then Y the colour grey,
Leaves me in dismay.
Y cant I just close my eyes
& enjoy all datz gud
all datz bad…
Y cant I take the world as it is,
I know am insane!!
Exhausted,frustrated,bewilderd,
Oh com’on !!
Am coming on terms with Life,
Being unreal,
It should be so much easier to deal
With the world,
My! Itz so complicated,
Mystified…am a little surprised,
Words no longer come naturally…
Something takes me years back…
Still in school,
I was twelve,
Riding my bicycle
Was racing with kids…
didnt know how..
But I had to win
I knew I will
& minutes later
there I was …
leading them all…
that’s How I was born…
I lived on…
Am tangled with all..
Am cought in the trap…
O I never wanted to be cruel ,
Am just being me..
& this is how it turns out to be..
am confused
am elated
& this is my paradise
my bliss
this is my gift..
this is what I created all these years…
from here ..I take on...
being a day dreamer
at times I block out reality
but in actuality,
am still that girl,
who on an evening ,
came running to her dad,
she laughed &, laughed again
She is happy,
Be it the sun or the rain ,
Things always make sense..
What I write here,s is pure nonsense…
Poetry-good or bad has been my essence.
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*अर्चना मलिक मेरी छात्रा रही हैं।
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