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Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. When i ask you a question,
I do not expect an answer,
It's merely a rebounding question,
Which i myself have to answer.Looking in the mirror,
At that familiar face,
I ask the question,
And have an answer,
With no need to hesitate.It's been so long,
In midst of million humans,
I feel like i alone exist,
With others as a wallpaper.It's not fair to them,
They will raise voices in protest,
But in a black and white world,
Gray dosent exist.You never ask me,
You , you !(?)
It's a suffocating word,
If you mean you in the mirror,
I have been tired understanding it.Now I have no expectations,
Cause i know the outcomes,
I understand the logic,
Which has no place for emotions.Emotions make the logic,
But those emotions are like flames of hell,
They burn me inside out,
And i feel better without them.I feel like these lines,
Will be endlessly written,
More questions with definite answers,
Which are set in stone and tested with time.
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Journal of moods
PoetryButterflies don't dwell on a single flower like us humans who don't dwell on a single mood