I am not
impartial, do not ask me to be the same.
I am biased,
and I mean it. This is not a sarcastic comment in any means.
In fact, I'm
gradually prejudiced, by my choice, more and more, day by day...
The day
you said, 'I really loved you', it meant you were about to leave.
Words
make no sense.
I keep
remembering the epic fail of the epic story of becoming
when
Ma-Ra turns to Ra-Ma...
And
then the fiction becomes history.
You
asked me to say 'I love you' utterly loud every day.
If I
said, it were just a flattering to your wish.
If I
didn't, it were also a conceit.
That's
how I may decide not to listen you carefully.
When
meaning lies elsewhere, sense echoes at far distance,
I may
not agree to follow your words only for the sake of
political
correctness.
When
one shouted Azadi, you understood it as per your understanding.
Words
failed again.
That's
how I am partial. Biased. I am just happy in that way.
Before
you drop a word, tell me first, which side you are on.
I'm on
the side of love. Thus, biased for love.
I won't
stop loving. I'm prejudiced that way.
[Please
make sure, even if you are on the other side of the road,
when I
wave my hands, you too wave your hands for greetings!
Either bless me, or curse me. I'll be fine with both. But do it for sure.]
# HappilyBiased #PoliticallyIncorrect
