You’re a bird free in my nest
Please don’t mistake this for a cage
I am a nurturer of your asthetic self
I’m a gardener , I don’t pluck flowers
I’m an Orthodox innovation ;
And you’re my muse ; my bliss
I adore you ; but I’m sensitive
It’s a gift.
I feel everything , I get everything
But I don’t say , I am unable to
The gift is slowly transforming
Into a curse ; curses aren’t bad
But to live with them is like bad marriage
I love you , and less can change that !
Maybe nothing at all can change that.!!
I’m at a point in life where I can
Live like I’m dead , and won’t even say a word
Because somehow I realize , this world is an infatuation
Time’s skipping out of my hands
I ponder upon it only to realize ;
It never was in my hands
Rather I was in it’s sturdy arms
Which drove me up and north on good
While Down and south on a bad day
Inspiration has remained at a distance for a while.
Confusion has taken over
Is it still the phase of karma I’m stuck in ?
And when shall it pass ?
Everything seems so fake rn , everything seems so dull.
But found the dark clouds ; I always look for a silver lining
which is a gift
I never get angry , I’m in control of my temper
I never get aggitated or even if I do
I never let it affect the people that I love
This is a gift
I’m counting my gifts and they’re way too many !
Thus all my misery is to neutralize
All the gifts and happiness
Because neutrality is stability
I’m configured neutral rn
This is a gift.