INFERIORITY COMPLEX
Pile vaunts par, its praise!
Nil to tar, errable is vice!

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"Am I wrong?"
The most dangerous question one can ask.

For, it messes with a thin line that separates
introspection from inferiority complex.

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NOTHING can make you feel inferior
Until you accept it, for YOURSELF

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Sometimes, I think like I'm not well aware
about anything I know nothing and I start feeling inferiority complex about myself.
But after a while I start noticing the things
I do better and know well enough
about that, I try to remind myself the things
I've done better earlier for which I've got many appreciation somehow it helps me to not think low about myself and inspire me to learn more.

(~ Captioned~)

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Complex..

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आप जैसे माहौल में रहते हैं, अंतत: आप वही बनना चाहते हैं, सामर्थ्य महत्व नहीं रखता...अगर आप एक छोटी सी बस्ती में जाकर रहेंगे तो आपको कभी भी प्रतिष्ठाजनक सामान खरीदने की लालसा नहीं होगी, अगर आप एक ऐसे इलाके में जाकर रहेंगे जहाँ केवल बडे अफ़सर और उद्योगपति रहते हैं तो आप हमेशा हीन भावना से ग्रसित रहेंगे, लिखते हुए इन चीज़ों को मैंने वर्गीकृत करके लिखा है पर भारत इतना सरल देश नहीं है, यहाँ उद्योगपतियों के इलाके में ग़रीब रहता है और छोटी बस्तियों में कुछ अमीर घर बसाये हुए हैं, दोंनो ही पूरी तरह अपने जैसा नहीं रह पाते।

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Complexion
There was a time, when British rule.
Whites were cool and blacks were fool.
Years after having same rule.
Our priority is being beautiful.
Do we think we have developed
Changed ourself according to the clock.
This is just an amount of melanin,
That give whites priority as queen.
Does complexion make this much sense
That whites were given precedence.
will it always be a dream?
That beauty lose and knowledge win !!!

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Probably it was worth it. All those years with you.

I remember that evening as a child when I met you for the first time;
alone on the swing, I sat as the twelfth man of our 'galli' cricket team;
when you so lovingly extended your tiny fingers, "Friends?"

I remember how our friendship evolved into a need,
as I held on to you like fish to air.
Too much, and I couldn't breathe. Too less, and I'd suffocate.

I remember those sunsets we spent together, writing poetry.
Yet again, our friendship evolved into an addiction,
as I held on to you like a sailor to his rum.
Too less, and he'd die thirsty. Too much, and he'd die insane.

I remember those evenings I doubted your fidelity.
"Narcissist", you called me. Was I?
Yet again, our friendship evolved into distrust,
as I held on to you like a surgeon to his knife.
Too deep, and he'd kill. Too shallow, and he'd still kill.

I remember those nights of remorse, deceit, love, and gratitude,
when through my window you'd crawl in and cuddle till I choked.
Yet again, our friendship evolved into disgust,
as I held on to you like an assassin to his guilt.

And to you, I did succumb.

Inferiority complex.

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I was asked about my wishlist,
I couldn't tell them that it was but the strength to answer them.

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