some days

Today was not a good day

Started with a meh

There was something resembling hope

In- between

Ended with the skies opening up

Irony was not lost on me

Oscillating between 'why me?'

And 'I probably have it far better than the most.'

Sweet guilt.

Scrambling for a deep breath 

In strange corners 

Of my own home

Few times did i witness

Darkness as stark

Silence as shrill

It changed though 

Nothing is permanent 

Not even pain this sharp

The memory of it

Already fading 

Eh, today was probably not that bad.

imposter

another day draws to a close
concentrated inconsequence
the regular dose

slumped on the floor
shedding his guise
he derided the gullible
marveled at his lies

reasons for the charade
he wouldn't dare ask
burdened by the stories
as fake as his mask

grand plans to execute
he's always in a haste
foolishly believes
there's no time to waste

cradles his dreams
that are bursting at seam
rationalizes timidly
when they lose all steam

shields the smokescreen
with all his might
vulnerability,
his kryptonite

whiles away the days
trapped inside a  bubble
going round and round
a carousel from hell