Sanity!

When I know that I'm insane-

I still try to have a straight face,

Re-assuring of the surety of being normal…

And wonder what determines normal!

The arbitrary line which separates

Normal and abnormal…

Being normal is to follow rules?

Rules! I'm not against-

Again that's a blurr though…

The 'ethical' concerns of frozen embryos-

That will never be a 'human'-

The 'generational' re-evaluations of right and wrong,

Right becoming wrong and wrong becoming perfect right,

And apologies fly to the victims of 'right' and 'wrong'!

Who would be then residing in a world-

Where it doesn't matter anymore...

The suffocations in silence-

For the sake of 'world'?!

And you lose your strings loose-

As you laugh out instead of crying hard,

You smile instead of jamming the fist-

Against that mocking fine nose!

Until you find your voice screaming-

In the 'politest' of the way,

Realising you were too late-

To act upon, your silences-

Misguided the spectators into thinking it-

As stupid ignorant innocence!

And you find your bangle safe in someone's wallet!

And you do not know the response to give…

Hit right on the face or acknowledge the 'love'...

You go blurr with the lines of rules!

Probably you need to have your own lines,

That dictate you to be you-

Respect for the fellow human could dictate it all…

Still it stays complicated…

And it's easy to admit being insane-

Than playing the perfect 'normal'.