Sunday, August 7, 2011

Exclusion

Days spent in the confinement of solitary
Words spelled backwards often involuntary
Oblivious to horrible tragedies all around
Mother do not cry, father do not drown
In sadness now intertwined with this story
Of less bright days for which I'm so very sorry
An empty playground during recess it so seems
Think no one will respond to these silent screams
Imaginary patterns drawn somewhere in the mind
Wish you saw the rare beauty that often unwinds
Instead the gruesome world just sees the chaos
Witnesses the yelling and offers grams of pathos
Perspective it is that stands segregated from them
Some poke fun, give honorary titles of stupid & dumb
But mother do not get sad, and father just pretend
That I'm special and strangers will not understand
Just for today take rest and do not research any cures
Ignore all colorful fliers and all the flashy brochures
With open arms today accept this ill fated realism
And embrace this disorder, or my so called autism

10 comments:

Amna Siddiqui said...

Heartfelt! :)

And I envy your ability to create immaculate rhymes in your poetry!

Beautifully conceived and expressed. And if its written from your own perspective, I feel you!

rainboy said...

this was wow!
very well written...

take care

Fareed said...

Punctuation?

MothSmokeLover said...

Thank you all.

Fareed: I don't get it :D?

Fareed said...

Well, where is it? =P

MothSmokeLover said...

Well its almost never there so deal with it :P

S.H. said...

Hey, just perused your blog. I am blown away. I love how you balance the gorgeous darkness of your words with lyricism and it all seeps into me like a soft lullaby.
:)

MothSmokeLover said...

@ S.H. - Thanks a bunch. Do you blog?

S.H. said...

MothSmokeLover: Of course I do. You've been there. :)


http://loveinthetimeofmarriage.blogspot.com/

MothSmokeLover said...

Oh yes ofcourse I have :) I just didn't know your blog Id and now I do