I never felt the need to explain
Maybe, to me it was natural
But to them it wasn’t
The time he kissed me
And I swear to God, it felt like heaven
Then I saw her
She wore a smile like the moon on a clear sky
And I couldn’t help but conjure up more metaphors
To describe how beautiful she was
The day she sat right beside me
I wanted to kiss her, too
But that isn’t right, now is it?
I never felt the need to explain
Neither to the world nor to myself
It was natural, wasn’t it?
Attraction pulled me like a dog on a leash
“Not natural at all”, he said to me
And the first time I felt not confusion but dismay
It wasn’t my job to make them feel
What was unnatural to them be the same for me
“Society kills people like you.”, he said
“It has always killed people who dared to love,” I said
“You’re just confused” I heard them say
“Maybe, I’m more clear on the issue”, I thought to myself
“No, this is disgusting.” He said
And I imagined kissing her
“What if I tell you that I hate you after this confession?” he said
“I only love you more” I said
“Why would you love someone who hates you?” he said
“Because, nothing angers anyone more than to receive love when they expect hate” I said
But I never needed the urge
To explain
Why I was attracted to him and her
So I kissed her
She kissed me back
I kissed him
He kissed me back

And there I realized
Some poems need to stop
Without explanations or ending
A sudden hiccup in a story
Ending with the word


About Bano

I’m trying to find a better introduction but since, I can’t? Hi! I’m an ordinary person and I write. I write not because there lies aspiration to be a writer someday but because, it keeps me sane. I love the color silver, black and grey. I also realize that they fall under the same color tone. Whatever, I write is a result of my 3 a.m blues or insomniac depressive tendencies. I can’t write during the day. I’m addicted to caffeine and well, anything and everything (if I like it). Also, I suck at conversations. I bite my nails. Most of the time I’m clueless about the world around me. I love politics and youth activism. People tell me that art and politics don’t belong in the same mind, but I’m passionate about both. One day I might be drawing on a canvas or writing a story and the very next day I will be heading off to attend a summit on the role of youth at the United Nations. I have multiple people trapped in the same body. Each side does try to express itself, in minimal ways if not fully. I’m currently going through a rough patch in life. I guess, I’m adjusting to the world through multiple perceptions. I absolutely love talking to myself because an expert opinion is always required. Most of the time, I just play scenarios in my mind that would never happen. I’m very contradictory in my thought process and actions but it is okay, people get to be what they want to be as long as no other soul is hurt. Peace out!

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