Compulsive Liar by nousdementor (5/365)

Every morning, some one asks me, whats your name??


And i reply with the first of word, that comes to my mental frame,


Something i made up, staring at my ceiling all night


to be someone, i think they might like!




Sometimes, i am from a place closer to where you live


and at other times i am from a distant star , that nobody knew


I have carefully tempered my looks, planned all other things


to get myself every now and then, a hundred new beginnings




My life, as it is all but a meticulously planned play,


which changes its characters each and everyday,


for i am the puppeteer, and so am the puppet,


but its goes on and on, with noone to stop it..




I always love ..when we play our little game,


where you all surround me, and try to guess my name


I laugh when you always think you have found a part of me


but never have you wondered..I just portray myself, what i want you to see..




for those innocent people i am  a person, so gentle with etiquette


as i am sober like a lover, kind and affectionate


i always think about it, and it makes me smile


cause at other times, i am a cannibal, and a necrophile




for some days, i am capturing sweet moments in my time frames,


at other times, i am a serial killer, tying up people in chains


and the best of all i like , is being the  Dark Artist


displaying the remnants of my emotions, piece by piece.




My name tags may be different, so may be the things i say


but all i want to know is  how it feels, to be someone else for a day


I tried to pretend  myself many a times,


but it did never fit..nor it ever rhymed.




May be i am just a factory defect,


A misfit, in this world you all deem so perfect!


May it be my Loss of identity, or a dissociative personality


but My characters have served me well,and so has my insanity!




With your every guess i laugh and you wonder why??


but deep inside where you cant see i hide and..i cry and i cry


for Every now and then..a new character i try to be


to compensate eachtime, for the ..emptiness inside of me!




You always ask me...why do i lie and never stop??


and there's no other reply than....Why not?





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A concept..or may be a reality!


The poet lies and keep on lying, just to hide the empty person inside him. He is noone,..and just to compensate for that , he tries to be what everyone around him like...and has become pretty good at it.


But at the end of the day..he is still alone,empty...and all people who have ever liked him...just loved his characters...never him.



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