Perplexed you are!

Oh boy, oh boy, don’t be so Jealous,

There comes a point when everyone possesses the thrive,

It's nobody, but god, who can tell us,

For what’s the reality and the speculative.

Once in a while, Julius Caesar,

A great leader, shortly for a course,

Was contaminated as a mugger.

Try not to do that with me once more, Brutus! 

You'll pick the wrong path.

You’re confused,

Perplexed you are!

Let the clouds downpour,

Be open to a clear sky,

That'd be the point,

 at which you'd perceive the gospel.

At last, 

Why would I fib?

***

Where do I live?

This is where I live,

The world I can’t believe

To exist.

This is where I live,

Pride assumes control over life,

Dagger over a thumb.

Oh, this is where I live!

Where divinity is over believed,

Religion takes over life.

Oh, is this where I live?

Carry me away, 

Oh not you divine being,

I command my sleep.

***

I am not Foolish!

No I am not foolish, 

I see what's on and what's off. 

When always behind 

The arras you stay, 

I am always known 

Of what you think is unknown. 

Your desperation to conspire and trail along my footsteps,

Wears a coat of jealousy. It kills you and your replicated efforts 

And doth like a failure, with a trespass through your heart 

And sting you till the most extreme end of your soul, that outs
Your jealousy!

Un-acceptance Questioned

Where someone,

Thinks slightly long,

There's of course a blissful song!

That sun, no I didn't reach it.

Though as bright as other stars

In the galaxy; though with them

At same place, me appears so much away

And blown out. 

Maybe, I am just talking of humans!?

Benefited of my light, could be the rest,

when, I do, or, will do my best!

My light, even though evenly bright and vivid,

not accepted as such, maybe. 

Is It Only Me? Yes?

Lastly, will never stop questioning

To the world: 

 Un-acceptance is

Questioned!

Never Returning

Known is Unknown, 

Thrilling, his fear!

With no mercy

Clouded over me

Or them?

They can't see anything 

The Fake Frame!

Crooked Cunning lie

Of continuous blabber,

It, is my 

And I, belong to it, No word,

Rather no acceptance

Complete ignorance

In the Sadist Society

NO ONE APPRECIATES

But the ones, 

Who replicate 

Show to be better

WHY NOT ME?

--

Once

At last

I will go,

I will dive,

I will Fall,

I won't fly!

I won't be shy,

I will never come back!
I won't be ever returning,

I will be Never Returning

The Old School

So much,

Feels so less. Can't my

Life end here? It's hard to

Believe this truth,

I'm sad!

I can't leave, the

Place that was so

Love-ful to me.

Natural beauty, so beautiful!

Teachers as kind as parents,

Even more though!

The staff, so caring, as soft

As cotton! White and Kind.

Uncertain of what to say, 

everything seems so touching,

Yet too hard to believe. 

After these long years, I feel 

impossible to learn somewhere else.

I aren't able to convey,

all that I want to say.

Rather, I would cry in the deep

Sadness,

Happiness!

I regret,

Feel proud!

New school, but the same!

Life surrenders,

where I'm going to go,

The nature is tamed,

Crucial, clustered,

And all Structured!

Not peaceful,

As the previous one!

Quakes of Pride and Castes.

But, I don't know how Happiness

Inhabits here!

Tearing even more, 

Though torn, a

Place so unnatural,

I CAN"T BELIEVE!

I don't know how can,

Knowledge flow here!

I am migrating to a new school,

But the Same!