Bismay Mohanty

Non-existent yet not flabbergasted By the epiphanies of blood and flesh Underlying beneath an invisible cloak Standing between two people talking. At times, playing games with the solitary Reminds me of the pranks made long ago It then used to be a group of kids in joy Now I am just a ghost with inaudible laughter Devoid of the feelings of jeopardy or survival The differences aren't as large as the thoughts That drove me off the ceiling fan I ideated the visualisation of flying away The destination being unknown Like a stranger on a stranded land However it is still a pursuit to wrest From an unseemingly confiscation of purpose Neither found in life nor death Hence, circumstances aren't that disparate I am better watching the unending sky Than settle down in a devastated world With social skills neither being an inborn talent Nor something where I could upgrade with time It's still this world that I dwell upon Just in the cloak I best fit in.

If I can call them for cigarettes and alcohol That being the scope of our reunion While talking about trips and adventure together Out of nowhere, priority comes into consideration. Probably friends are meant to be people Limited to certain interests and thoughts Then why shouldn't we forget all of them And pretend to colleague that we love them the most? Perhaps boundaries won't stay then Between personal and professional Also, there will be no competition or envy, Turning office into an home will be rational then. I have surpassed the age Of emphasising on fancy terms like 'fake friends'. There is some worth in safeguarding than blending in Which I am aware of that it goes against the trends. The only person I know doesn't talk to me Poor Conscience, I thought him to be an angry hound Feasting upon the past but it turned out to be mute Leaving me all lonely in a crowd.