and so,i stay an outsider,
part of this world,and yet away,
the constant exile,
i observe a sardonic,mocking God,
moving his pieces in a cynical game-
called life.

i see the world in colours,
scathing,censuring colours that dont smile,
just sneer with hatred,
colours of contempt that smirk at me-
for my impotence,
i see the world in colours of exile,
brilliant,fragile,glassy colours,
that shimmer and ripple and pulsate,
resonating with my quaking soul,
colours of a schism-
from reality.

and i hear the music of the world,
ululating,timorous,demure,
and yet brash,out of tune,
this jangling melody of the world,
like a whore at a ball,
and yet,it strikes a chord,
of disbelief,
and wakens a yearning,long nursed,
the blessing of disbelonging….

and i keep sitting by the highway,
watching life pass me by,
smiling tempting alluring and treacherous,
shady gory vengeful and brash,
colours and music and laughter-
and me..
the constant exile…

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