My life is an Oxymoron

 

My life is an oxymoron.

For a short-tempered, excited 

A shy and introverted child,

Childhood was an oxymoron.

 

I had dethroned musical chairs

Served guests with the kitchen playset

But, to find a best friend

I was too ignorant.

I had found one

When I was eighteen.

 

To that curly-haired

cotton candy inked in

pink and blue.

To that poetry hour I had bunked

for those contact lenses

to fetch a few drops of lens soak.

To your empty hostel tiffin box

and my double-loaded one,

I bid farewell today.

 

My verses, my romances,

my tears, my politics,

they called them insane,

which I least cared for. 

But, to my shock

I saw you chuckling by my side.

I saw you being withered

on their cheesy, bullied pizza.

You are their topping

I, being their green tea, left.

 

But I fail at forgetting 

your love toasts and lemonade

You had fed me when I saw

My grandmother is dying.

 

I dream in reality 

I live in poetry.

That's all you never knew

That's all I pen.