My story

I got a story

Just like everyone else

Just like that next girl

Who pushes the door every time where she has to pull

And bumps her head

It’s just as clichéd as the guy

Who does engineering, but his heart

lies in the rhythm of words

It’s just as cute as the boy

Who ran away with a girl

At the age of five just because she told him “you are cute”

 

My story is just like the girl

Who wants to make her dad proud

Not by being an obedient daughter

But by being a rebellious genius

My story is just like that old man

Who washes his 800 every morning

With an affection of a father.

The man whose eyes if you see

Is filled with water

Sparkling and caged, with an invisible holder

Reflecting the image of his lost daughter

And never letting go…

My story is just as adventures as that traveler

With such a happening life

Meeting people, moving places

A life some envy, some follow, some dream of

A life where he is running away from home

Because home is a nightmare to him now

Because home is a place of violence to him now

It’s a cage he flew away from

Because home is an open sky to him now

Because home is where he doesn’t have the courage to go back to

 

My story is just like that crazy girl

Who tells adventurous stories

With big sparking eyes

The girl who always gets into trouble

And entertains the whole class.

The girl who goes home to a lonely house;

Where mom is out ignoring the truth,

And the cell phone shows the picture of dad…

Dad… who is always there

Dad… who she idealizes

Dad… who she miss now

Dad… who left.

My story is just like everyone else

But it’s just not mine

It’s about everyone

Who has ever touched my life.

My story is YOU

You,

Who ever thought

at the end of the day

Sitting alone in a room

With lights out

“Life, what’s it all about!”

You,

Who after rebelling for so long

Thought of giving up

Said “Hey,

What does it matter anyway”

You,

Who used to see light at the end of the tunnel

Now it’s just hell fire.

You

The outcast, The Odd ones, the heathens,

The rejected, the imperfect, the fallen

The sacred ones. You,

Who is not just you

It’s me too.

You,

I wanna tell

What she said to me

That YOU

Are Not Alone.

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