Celebrating my world

You never came to see me I was not your destination I was not your path I was on your road Lying by the side You were drenched in your journey You woke up and opened your eyes You saw me  You are deeply hallucinated You just saw me You never felt me You never enjoyed A ping pong of colours And still, you never knew me No permission I sprouted from opression Your rules, my reservations But I tried to cross Born in the dark to be ignored until death It's okay, I am used to your thematic chaos You cant bother me I am not your problem I am your mirror A broken mirror That pierces deep Into your flesh and beyond It's raining this summer  You can ignore me You can destroy me I am a graffitti Nevertheless Just a graffiti A mute spectator Born in the dark night Living through the days Winter, summer and the rains I fade  Jut to be reborn In brighter lively colours

You smiled, and it was poetry You spoke and it was magical realism Thoughts of you were afternoon drizzles Your presence was ecstasy You are a poem of elegance Queen of the new-found world 

 A man met his afterlife He asked ' why do the people hate me and love you? Afterlife answered, 'I am a beautiful lie, while you are a bitter truth. People love the comfort of lying in a cozy beanbag full of lies.' Man was shocked, insults! Afterlife continued, 'They love rose gardens But they can walk over the roses They can crush it, juice it  And then feel ecstatic at the smell of bottled rose While even in the rarest of their dreams,  They never wish to place a foot on its thorn Not when it is on the plant, not after it dry  It's not the garden you love It's just the smell of rose' 'So?' asked the man Afterlife smiled and said,  'Bottle the smell and forget the thorns, There will always be a gardener The keeper of the garden, He shall clean them all'