A Cynic

By Sabhyata Ravjani

I am a cynic. 

And those I know,

have convinced me so. 

I can tell by the way

they all function

but most of all,

I can tell by the way 

my mind speaks. 

Call me indistinguishable 

but my mind tells me I know better. 

While you would wish for 

what they have,

and you don’t;

I wouldn’t. 

Because my mind tells me I know better. 

I am a soothsayer. 

My experiences and perspicacity have shaped me into one

thus, my mind tells me I don’t need another. 

Apparently I am enough by myself. 

Well then, it must be favourable that:

No one close to me

is actually close.

No one I call mine

is actually mine.

Because how could 

another be true to me

if I am not true to myself?

By Sabhyata Ravjani