Letters


To the World,

Pen to Paper,
This is my story.
Completely adulterated,
Probably contrived,
This is my story.
 
Dancing is for fools who know nothing better to do.
I don’t imagine, I realize the potential,
Of relentless labour and heavy wallets.
My smile reserved for a cause so great,
That it demands its appearance.
Until then a frown or perhaps a gleeful smirk shall suffice.
My passions are of the rich,
For only the rich and their pursuits command my loyalty.
I don’t write narratives, I have scripted my life
Suits and boots, top dollar and trophy wives
And then I smile.
 
This is my story
Completely adulterated,
Probably contrived,
This may not be who I am
But this is who you want me to be
So, this is my story.

 To You,
 
Pen to Paper,
This is my story.
Completely unadulterated,
Not a slight bit contrived,
This is my story.
 
I like to dance in front of non-judgmental mirrors.
The ocean breeze and the misty mountains
Both capture my imagination.
I like to smile but I’m told I am not quite good at it
I am passionate about almost everything,
To the point that you might question my loyalty.
I like to believe all these ordinary traits make me extraordinary.
I like to believe that I write my own narrative
And in it I am wearing a cape, fighting villains, getting the girl
And also smiling to perfection
 
This is my story
Completely unadulterated and not a slight bit contrived,
It may not be,  
Who you want me to be
But, this is my story 

By Anirudh Dalmia 
Painting by
 Madelin Adena Smith

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