A sense of belongingness keeps us rooted. Some people, though present physically in this world are absent mentally. They are the misfits, feels, Sailasree, in this verse, in Different Truths. 

I am a misfit in this crazy world,
I don’t know why?
I feel I don’t belong to this world,
But here I am and I don’t know why?
I am a trapped soul in a wrong frame,
Trying to live this burdened life with a smile,
But hell no…..the world is not game,
And wants me to bow down in shame,
I am a restrained pneuma who likes to be free,
Devoid of all these meaningless bondages,
But hell no…..the world is not game,
And treats me like a freaking maim,
I am a wandering psyche in pursuit of my harmony,
With situations mangling the essence of me,
But hell no… the world is not game,
And torments me like a forgotten flame,
I am a lonely spirit who just wants to be loved,
Beyond the passable realms of love,
But hell no…the world is not game,
 And shuns me like a forbidden name,
I am a lifeless entity still in existence,
Enduring the hiatus of this meaningless animation,
But hell no….the world is not game,
And gawks at me like a fatal dame,
Why do I feel the way I feel?
Is it because of the crazy world?
Or is it because of the crazy me?
I feel I don’t belong to this world,
But here I am and I don’t know why?
Am I the misfit who just wants to be happy?
Or is it the world which cannot see me happy,
Maybe I don’t belong to this world,
For the world is too crazy for a misfit like me.

Picture design Anumita Roy

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Sailasree Potay

Sailasree Potay is an educationist. She loves travelling and adventure with friends. Loves to read and meet people to understand their struggles and successes, which she truly cherishes. It helps her to better herself. Above all blessed to be a woman, a mother of two loving children and a partner to a loving man, who dares to show her the mirror.