That Coffee Girl

If she is not herself Then I wonder who she is. If only she knew she was a wonder She would have never gone amiss. She stood in front of a mirror She didn't like what she saw. Makeup, diets, surgeries, pills Nothing could change the flaw. Every morning, it was a routine She transformed to someone she didn't know. Stripped bare of her mask at night, She became her biggest foe. She had smiling lips and sad eyes They were the windows to her soul. She ensured her mask never slipped, It was a show for the world. Her mask always in place, head held high Out into the world she went, To join the crowd of millions All playing pretend.

You know that moment when you see an awesome movie or finish reading an amazing book and you just don't know what to do with your life anymore. It's like you were so engrossed in something, maybe a tv show, and suddenly it's over and there's just a void in your life that you don't know how to fill. It genuinely hurts. Like you just broke up or something. Sort of like a wake up call, knock on the head, get back in the real world, movie's over. It is like you wake up and don't know what century you're in. That's how much you got sucked into  the fictional world. And people like me? I will gladly be stuck in the fictional world forever. Very obviously, I am a dreamer. And fiction is my sanctuary. It's better than the real world any day. Most of the time you can figure out what is gonna happen and when you can't, you have faith that it is going to be alright. All's well that ends well. That's all you need to know. Real life, not so happe

It is something I question every single day! Actually the correct question would be - what is right in the world? Because nothing really is. Don't you feel like the second you step out of your room, you are surrounded by a bunch of blithering idiots. There is like this buzzing sound all around you, yes they do sound like bees, completely and utterly annoying. You think that maybe one day these idiots will realise that their useless jabber is exactly that, but no. With their head held high, and their tongues going a mile an hour, they are the most important people in town discussing matters of poverty and world peace. Yeah, right. Had their idiocy been limited only to them and those surrounding them, it would've been a little bearable. But, obviously not! These idiots take their stupidity to social platforms, shoving it in our faces thereby making it damn near impossible to ignore. And that minority still left with a few grey cells, don't bother. They don't correct the

There are miles between where I am And where I want to be. The roads ahead are not easy. Enemies all around, Mostly inside of me, Oppressing, diverting, trying to stop me. Lost in the Labyrinth, I see The roads ahead are not easy. Questions are plenty, answers none. Self Doubt does't need summons. Surrounded by walls and deadly falls, Trembling, I look up and see The roads ahead are not easy. No end in sight Even the path is faint. Is the reward as good as they claim? On the verge of giving up, I see These roads were never meant to be easy.