Livin a Lie

I once blvd in superheroes,
I once blvd I cud b one.
Comic strips and posters,
On the wall.
Frayed edges peel
And fall.
Ragged clothes strewn
all over the place.
Nicotine stains and tobacco smoke,
Hovering low.
Leftover bottles left over from
Yesterdays show.
An old guitar at the corner
In a cloak of dust.
That bridge over the waters,
Beginning to rust.
The crumpled up pieces of paper
On the floor,
That no entry sign
On the door.

This sorry world goes round and round
This pretence falls to the ground
People made of plastic fake
Of cheap china make.
A lamentation I sigh,
This life I’m living, a fucking lie.

Wrist gashed wide open, reek; Profane;
Crimson stains adorn the wall;
Of incomplete verses smeared in her name.
The ticking clock mocking this dreary crawl.
In a dreamy haze, the fading colors of day,
All the dreams trashed and put away.

I’m just living a lie
No direction
No destination
Like dry grass in the wind tossed around,
Like a cog in a machine going round and round.
I’m living a lie.
I’m just living a lie.

Like a bird which cant fly
Like a man who cant cry
Like a road without an end
Like the rule that just wont bend
Like Time that’s learned to wait
Like a flame in its extinguished light.

Fucking hypocrites showing me where to go,
Infidels putting up a cheap show.
Blowing up their mediocre little tricks.

Im sick of their arrogance,
Sick of their jokes.
Sick of being held at bay.
I don’t want this safety
I don’t want any guarantee.
Im good, Thank you,
I can do without you.

                                                                        -Dipanjan Saha