by Apurva

We love

slotting people,

putting them

in little boxes,

giving them

fancy labels,

from dumb blonde,

to obnoxious.

We feel

a sense of pride,

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we’ve figured them out,

even if that impression,

may be far removed,

with doubts.

We justify our stance,

as vehemently as we can,

bending rationale, logic

to  suit our devious plans.

When truth finally strikes,

it crushes our soul,

our ego still survives,


I don’t care,


And that’s how you lose,

a prospective good friend,

remember this the next time,

you are tempted,


© Apurva


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