The Confessions Of A Non-Conformist..

Bottled Brilliance,

And Measured Smiles.

I will never be a Daddy's Dream come Alive.,

The Devil lazes leisurely in the ravines of my brain..

So together,they reside,

The Black and the White

The yin and yang..

And yet I seethe sometimes..

Succumbing to the Conformity 

That rushes through my veins..

I snicker at this Universe,

Lulled in the stupor of an Existence,

A living they cannot trace..

I am the Non-Conformist,

The Wreck of a Race..

Bibles and rosary,

Pink cotton and lace..

I can smell the facade of your chivalry

Twenty metres away..

Yes, your idea of the petite bimbo..

Is too gross for me to take..

I am the Non-Conformist,

Rough around the edges,

I choose to Shine like Slate..

So, while you sit in your pretty chair,

Painting your face scarlet and doing your hair..

I strut around the world,

Rummaging the thoroughfares..

Chisling through the Mountains,

Ways to get you there..

Smiling all the time, 

Like the world was the bitch up my front stairs..

I am the Non-Conformist..

I left my delicate dress home..

I know all the wrong ways to slurpy  Heaven,

I just know what it means,what it means..

To be Right Here..

Iron and stainless steel..

My choices, to a diamond ring,

I have got all the rainbow hues..

Stashed in my head gear..

The beauty of a Truth lived..

The vivacity of life, in its cold stare..

Yes, I am the Non-Conformist..

I know the Price of A Moment..

I know the Secrets they tell you about,

The Secrets of getting Here..
( Empathy can make one live in somebody's shoes..
With all due respect,Shriya Singh, you're the only Non-Conformist I know..)