If newspaper headlines could speak!

I am just a body
in the crowd.
and hurriedly scanned.
No different
from others,
until you read my content.
You strip me with your
eyes, like million others.
And try to see,
if I am
what you’re looking for. If I am,
what I look on the exterior.
I am, what I am not.
I am neutral.
I am brutal.
I am a truth.
I am a lie.
I am a shout, an outcry.
I am an announcement.
I am an advertisement.
I am an agenda.
I am a propaganda.
I am information.
I am an exaggeration.
I am masses’ emotion.
And sometimes, a catchy caption.
No matter in which form
you find me,
I am not
how I would like to be.
For, burden of validating
other’s account, I can
no longer carry.
I want to break way from
these shakles, and go looking for my own story.

Stubbornly optimistic, a listener of the universe and follower of my dreams. Coffee, smell of new books, long walks, old melodies, good sense of humour, and poetry light me up. I want to be happy when I grow up.

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