Expectations and assumptions,
Inoculated in my mind.
Gripping my conscience,
Like wind in my heart’s chime.
Beautiful as she was,
Gleaming like a dove.
The blunt face of reality,
Laughed hysterically at my love’s masquerade.
From the melancholic attributes,
To the cynical remarks.
The core of my heart,
Is decorated with scars.
Is it a beautiful cover up?
Maybe a sparkling facade…
I just want it to dissolve,
Because the reality seems too hard.
After all that I describe,
I continue to smile.
I continue to exist,
I continue to thrive.
Yes, I am high.
You may call me mad.
The challenges seem too lovely,
Yes, I am paranoid.
Ayush Shekhar
Ayush Shekhar 