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.


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