Running From The Blue

By Kunal Grover

This blue, it hurts me,

Torments me, shakens me,

But one thing it fails to do, is awakens me…

Say them wise men

In Rome do as Romans

Say them achievers

If you stand out don’t be threatened

Fool I am I tried both

And now I’m feeling like being choked

Tried myself to blend in

My true self trashed in bin

Expressed myself through emotions and art

Rage within the audience, the fire starts

They say be good to others to receive good

Guess the karma cycle isn’t working now, hope in future it would

Wrote stories about spreading humanity

In light that I too get that fruit even when mankind faces an uncertainty

Many momentarily find themselves in a pit of cruelty

And many get found by benevolence in time under scrutiny

And where am I?

In sepia tone or in colours?

Why does my heart cry?

Why is it inviting raiders?

All I know is I can try,

Even though after a time, everything shatters…

At the hour, in the blue I’m subjected

Hadn’t given pain to anyone recently, yet I feel like being cremated

With all this heat and fire of them town-boys and their egos top rated

Before they realise and actualise, my self being will probably be shaded

Had I lighted this explosion, I at a point would have repented

But in these circumstances, I can only wait for it to be extinguished…

By Kunal Grover