The Catch called Fame

Fame's a fickle friend
Here today and gone tomorrow,
One moment basking in glory
The next shunned in scorn,
The virtue of being famous, a two-edged knife...
Heaven and hell in the same life,
Routine and mundane chores - an undeserved purgatory...
Neither can hide nor conceal, observations and inferences from far, afar...
Yet, attraction holds
Being famous,
A pinnacle like Olympus
Glee and glory not always a result,
Gore and shame,
Creep in through the back door
To be or not to be,
The question
To each to his own,
The answer...
Famous is as famous does; some say,
But does being famous always pay??

Raw Emotions...

Like a dry leaf, I am strewn,
Like a drought patch, I am withered,
No spring nor oasis to resurrect me,
The dryness and hardness, my final grave...

Tiredness - mental and physical,
Lethargy beyond the realms of normalcy,
Happiness is a chore, sadness a necessity,
Bygone days, reversing what the present demands...

I am mute, I am deaf...
I am blind, I am deformed...
I am shattered and scared,
But a confidante never in my sight...

Time is short, tide is high...
An athlete I have become,
Competing against fate, competing against destiny...
Though, a failure is what I will remain for eternity!

Muddles and Musings...

Barren and dry my route,
Filled with a mirage called happiness,
Nearer and nearer I go, fainter and fainter it turns...
No end nor dead-end in sight,
But for the horizon seeming far far away...
The more I plod, the distant it appears,
Yet...tiredness venting to optimism, keeps me pushing...
Open labyrinth, my life...
Every sandstorm changing the way, the future presents itself...
I can't envision, nor can I envisage...
My role just restricted to enacting,
Choices - available yet restricted,
I crib, I rant...but yet I just end up carrying on!!

Inner Turmoils...

I tried to be smart,
I tried to grow up,
I tried to make you accept me as I am...
But you never really glanced at me...

I tried to grin and bear it,
I tried to be indifferent,
I tried everything I could, to survive...
But your criticism haunted me everywhere...

I am still trying,
I am still reaching out,
To you and to my own self...
But fading optimism and wan strength is all I have left...

Will you perceive?
Will you understand?
Just once, just this once...
Don't belittle me...
For, I am where I am...just because I choose to be!