The Bubble Shots

I feel good relationships are like good books. Came into my life just as swiftly as that tuesday afternoon in a bookstore. Engulfed me totally,kept me glued to the break of dawn, Exactly like how I turn my pages. And then they ended just like all good books do. Sometimes left me thinking, Sometimes smiling, Sometimes weeping and Sometimes fulfilled... Even after being long done, Good books still lie on my bedside shelf, arranged and clean. And, Good relationships too still lie on the shelves of my memory, cherished and loved. Gifted with an enriched mind by these books, And left with an enriched heart, stories to my pen and  wings to my soul by these relationships. Maybe that's why we say that that being is in my "good books". ~Anupam Singh (The Bubble Shots) 

So ya you failed, Couldn't strangle me long enough. The walls of your norms couldn't Nail me long enough. After all the ail,I thought  You'd let me sail. But no! You spewed your insecurity out, From a mouth under layers of grit, "You are a misfit ..misfit!" Alas! I found my word from a dim wit. All the sneers and jeers left behind, But a 'misfit' by my side. Now here I am forlorn with a misfit in my bag. Nobody​ will come if I shriek, groan or drag. So be it... I shrieked,I groaned,I dragged like a misfit. Dragged forward just forward  As this misfit isn't a coward. Now not a friend,a daughter,a sister,a cit  Am free being a misfit. So I moved bit by bit. An asylum I stumbled upon, Stared at its gate on and on. I saw that asylum became my body, Where gits of normalcy moved hastily. In a blink of an eye I came back to where I sit. The skin of normalcy peeled off me. With twigs,rebels, flowers & dreams, I knitted a tiara...