Swirling Mentations...

Feeling lonely as always,
Standing out - looking in at the milling crowd,
wanting to fathom, why am I so disconnected?
I began to realise - why wasn't I one of them...

My skin-tone different,
My hair-texture different,
The way I talk...
The way I walk...
All unlike the accepted norm....

But...who sets these norms?
Weren't they different too?
No two fingers alike....
Or were they all created to be synonymous zombies??

My being different...
Is it a matter or pride or shame?
Different horizon, different perspective...
What's right and what's wrong?

An impasse...

A point of no return....

No compromises anywhere...

Denial - in its unequivocality, everywhere...

Dear Roger Federer...

Oh dear Roger Federer, how I wish I was an alchemist...
I could have given you a potion to stay eternally young...
There would not have been any rivals, peers or nemesis;
There would have been only you - through and through...
People and players would have come and gone...
Decades and decades worth of trophies would have accumulated...
One lord and one master to conquer the sport...
Your fans would have been perpetually blessed...
But you know what?
Like always, there would have been a catch...
Others would have rued their chances, cried over their minor mistakes...
But they never would have had a chance, would they?
That's why Roger..
Even as it pains me..
To see you lose and observe your failings...
I would not give you the potion...
The mantle's passing on,
As it should be...
and that's why Roger...
I am not an alchemist and you are not a follower of alchemy...