Cross the line

I do not aspire to be a judge anymore.

We are all fallible, expected to rise

yet prone to fall.

I thought that I was expected to be the virtuous one

but isn’t that desired from everyone?

Then why do they walk, unashamed

on the paths that I thought of as immoral?

We cannot distinguish right from wrong

every single time.

Have I failed miserably as a judge?

You say that life has not been fair to you

You say that time has inflicted pains upon you

You blame God.

Weren’t you the one who was an atheist once?

You defend.

Pretend!

You clear the ground, before you fall.

You fall every time into webs of a vice

all the time

and

yet you pretend to stand tall.

Falling in love

is a mistake?

Rising as a smile on a barren face

is a mistake?

It was adrenaline once.

It was desperation to hold on to the crowd.

Maybe, an excuse termed as an escape

every other time.

I do not care anymore.

I do not want to be labelled ‘a criminal’

When I cross the line

to come over to your side,

treat me as an equal,

Consider me a foe.

I am tired waiting on my side,

I must cross the line.

Not to be a part of the crowd.

Not to be called your own.

But to become yet another

Escapist

who hides and yet does not seek

In a world where nothing else matters

apart from claiming to be invisible,

When all that was ever wanted is to be found.

I would take a leap;

build my wings on the way down.

The wings that would wither;

would never take me up above;

in a bloody blot high on power.

High on greed.

High on weed.