What am I so afraid of,
Or is it that I can’t be
The ideal society
Has fashioned for me?
I try to be someone
That I cannot recognise,
An Achilles, or Zeus,
Who fucks and who lies.
But the mirror keeps laughing
At the medicated disguise.
Am I who I was then,
Or did I become their desire?
Years ago, I became a god
To make love to a loveless liar.
Yet, I was cast away!
(And that became my fear)
How and why must I alter
To keep whom I love near?
If I do succumb
And give in to keep,
Years later, alone and old,
Struggling to sleep,
Could I find myself,
After being buried so deep?
Hearts Still Care 
After reading your blogs and interacting with you, i concluded are you are born two centuries late. A man of his words, a man who can’t fall out of love, a man who sticks to his ethos, a man who knows what his core values are. A man who is just too good for today’s world.
Now that i read this poem, i am getting to know that there’s a lot more of what i don’t know. Keenly looking forward to more such poems/blogs
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😀 I wouldn’t be able to work without social media now. Though when it wasn’t around, I seemed to have a better life.
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