My Life My Rules

By Sriya Sreenivas

You know something?

The apt way to rift apart,

is being silent.

Those scurries never

worries me.

What I need most

is always what I lost .

My prayers kept failing

as if though the

Creator himself identify me as rival;

offspring of Satan!

Why I am so secluded?

Never mind! !!!!

That’s what the world feed you

“never mind the fellows

immersing in taverns of failure”.

I’m not a blabbering barbie,

You better consult any soft spoken fool,

who provide you the sweetest of lies

wrapped in comfort.

Mind you, i’m a human.

I feed the lust, I need the best,

whatever exists for me ,

who ever stands for me,

is myself !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Once I crippled and wept

over my helplessness.

Now I’m perfect in my own paradise. Get off with thy veil of discipline,

I need my own space,

I’m not a shadow to follow ,

I’m not a virtuous servant to obey.

Who loves to be a slave,

when pleasures are at your footstep. I’m a sinner

by all means..

I sinned myself,

by exploring my own arena.

I’m drenched with curses, blood curdling abuses, But simply I don’t care.

Because you know what,

No world cares for me.

No world rely on me..

Pity you world ,

nobody usually spared from

thy octopus clutches.

By Sriya Sreenivas