A Fool's Party

Raw.

 

Beaten up and Chewed-out.

 

Superbly vulnerable.

 

It's weird feeling like that.

 

The Party happened today.

 

Most people had fun.

 

Got many blessings for being a good person.

 

Some didn't turn up because

 

Of my false promises last time round.

 

To them - Sorry for fucking up.

 

Some said I wasted money

 

By buying food they had no interest in

 

To them - Sorry for fucking up.

 

A good friend blocked me on FB

 

For not wishing her on her birthday.

 

I had a life to live.

 

I just didn't feel like wishing her

 

A day, 2 days, 3 days after.

 

A message came - "Did you wish me on my birthday?"

 

I didn't reply.

 

Planned to surprise her with

 

With flowers and a chappal for her to whip me with.

 

But of course she didn't know that.

 

And just like, I lost a "good" friend.

 

To her - Sorry for fucking up.

 

Finishing up this confusing day

 

Reviewing my day's work

 

Picking up on every minor fuck-up

 

Proof of a profound fucked-up person within.

 

This is no poem. I am no poet.

 

If I've mislead you

 

Sorry for fucking up.

 

To my mind - my most un-forgiving judge and jury

 

I know you don't care

 

But I know what you want to hear.

 

I'm sorry for fucking up.