The Purple Nail Polish

A poem after a very long time

The purple nail polish said everything.

Everything that I was deaf to.

So did the Chardiwari story at Saket Social.

While I lay in pain and anguish, hoping for the best,

Suffering from an avoidable and destructive guilt trip.

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Paneer Ande Burji must have been tasty,

Very tasty indeed.

But the job loss must be Karma payback,

Or maybe it isn’t, who knows?

I don’t want to indulge in schadenfreude.

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Few things that remain: ADHD,

Micky Mouse, weed addiction and fake activism.

Not to forget manipulation and low self-esteem.

With huge doses of fake personality and a few flying monkeys.

All adding up to a pointless and directionless life.

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A game of shadows and mirrors.

The bitter taste of lies, betrayal and silence.

Left me with just two choices.

Reclaim or perish.

I chose the former and rest is history.