By Sabhyata Ravjani
I am a cynic.
And those I know,
have convinced me so.
I can tell by the way
they all function
but most of all,
I can tell by the way
my mind speaks.
Call me indistinguishable
but my mind tells me I know better.
While you would wish for
what they have,
and you don’t;
I wouldn’t.
Because my mind tells me I know better.
I am a soothsayer.
My experiences and perspicacity have shaped me into one
thus, my mind tells me I don’t need another.
Apparently I am enough by myself.
Well then, it must be favourable that:
No one close to me
is actually close.
No one I call mine
is actually mine.
Because how could
another be true to me
if I am not true to myself?
By Sabhyata Ravjani
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