Dazed has been the view,

Impaired, the vision,

-or rather, made impaired,

-through these polarized sunglasses,

made polarized for some

ulterior motive.

Polarized, not constantly.

Polarized, but frequently.

Stepping in innocent,

Deceitful, the illusion has been.

wavering between

the real and unreal.

Uh! The real, is there at all?

Or is it the low vision?

Pleasantries after Pleasantries,

Jaw-drop smiles,

Shady concerns and

Full-blown,but genuine hatred-

-All part of the daze.

It is boredom.

Severe boredom

Leading to a thought of escape

A victorious escape

From the illusory shit.

Only hatred is the emotion

For the one responsible

For creating this mega shit.

Mega- at least for the one’s here,  it is.

Though a spec-like shit

It may be from the aerial.

A whole bunch of nonsensical figures

With hands and legs

And a dirty mind

-As companions here it is.

– In the name of

Faux love.

Drained of heart-to-hearts

The heart is about to explode

Weight intolerant hereafter

Looking forward to the

Grand escape

Imagining new worlds

Bored with the

Furthest reaches of this one.

~ Sruthi Sikhamani