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Friendly Addiction: Unlimited Interactions

  In life, we get all kinds of friends, some close, some closer, some strangers, some travelers. In my experience, at one point in my life, I had more than 500 friends, during my school days back in Carmel Convent School, Hamirpur, Rourkela. My parents would constantly see me getting phone calls, and visitors independent of their demographics.      My father would smile and say, "Jenny, are you an IAS officer?, that you get so many calls in a day?" . I used to laugh in response and say, "Paa, they all want me to solve their problems, and I love the attention".     How did this happen?, it didn't happen when I started school, trust me, I was really shy, hardly talking and surprisingly even my teachers in kindergarten had escalated issues, stating that I don't even show classwork to teachers during the class. I was the youngest, in my father's family and I had a total of 6 elder cousins to look upto, including my elder brother. When I started school...

Right Or Wrong

I am right
You are wrong
I am out of sight
You always got the right song
I am up for the fight
While you sit tight
Yes you are right
Cause none of them know 
What's going on
I am not saying I am right
What's right or wrong
When death happens
When eye dampens
When truth sinks onto you
When lies surfaces up
When try gives up
I am wrong
Why so?
I told you so
That's why
I know how so
That's why
Sometimes eyes are looking
But blind
Because they want to find
What's in their mind
Am I right?
I am evil
My mouth is venomous 
So I was told
I am cold not courteous 
I bite 
When I hiss
Then don't piss 
Where you are cordially invited
That's getting dark
Yes that's my spark
I don't cry
And then laugh amidst crowd
Feeling proud
Of a rotten kid
Who couldn't smell a dying truth
Beneath a nascent vermouth 
I don't cry 
I don't sob
I don't show the mob
That I am missing a door knob
I have no fear at all
I have lost a battle
That I didn't get to win
What is right
What is wrong
I wrote a poem so long
Now people will rise
To even a messy gong
But I know I belong
To the wrong
To the mistakes
To the cheap stakes
To the heap that piles on
To the deep that stinks 
To the leap that sinks
It's a dark turn
and a bloody churn
what you earn
is none of your concern
because soon
everything will
be classified
as either right
or wrong



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