Perplexing...

Uninterested, disenchanted...
Disillusioned, indifferent...
Suppositions and assumptions,
Presumptions and predilections,
Life's all about these...
Varying and mutating, 
Shifting paradigms, deign to attract...
Each day, each hour, each minute;
No one knows why,
None knowing what else to try...
an uncanny existence;
a weird rut of complacency...
Boredom towers, ennui hovers;
The world's demanding change,
The world's exacting a revolution...
The pace, however set;
doesn't remotely evoke an inspiration...
Craving and begging;
Down on its haunches...
yet not given up;
The world's showing...
One last chance of utter salvation...

Singularity and Thoughts...

Clairvoyant, is what they call me...
For I predict their future;
They are in awe, they are spell-bound;
Yet they fear me, hold me at bay...
I am the source, of their wariness and cageyness...
Caught in the irony called life,
I am needed yet discarded...
I keep my silence, lest my words ache others;
I keep my eyes down, lest my sight harms others;
Yet I can't keep my ears closed...
My hearing acute - I know the curses that spout;
Why the curse, beyond me...
Am I not the salve they need, when need matters?
Why the hypocrisy, why the turntables?
A prisoner of birth, the author quotes;
My existence..in tandem with his perfect profundity...

Thoughts...

Observation is my forte,

For I am helpless to do anything else,

I can't speak - mute I am;

I can't hear - deaf I am;

I can watch but cannot point - a cripple...

Mentally and physically, shortchanged;

far worse than a human could ever be...

Emotionally - am a wreck;

like a ship that has been tossed and turned...

I know I could have jumped the plank;

If the pirate called fate, had not tied my hands...

If I could, who could I call out to? 

Would anyone would have even reached out?

Now I don't suppose anything, don't assume anything;

Try and let it happen, as it has been so far...

Yet I do want to make a difference, an effort;

A change - even a slight one, if I could...

That's why the observation...

But, what I could and what I actually can;

A chasm - as wide as the night and day...

The only way to link the two;

Make my existence a far worse crepuscle than it needs to be...  

Friendship

I tried being a friend,
I tried to understand you...
You were fine at first,
Hiding and concealing your drawbacks;
Then it started spilling forth...
I thought, maybe this was you;
You were not God, were you??
But, how mistaken was I...
Your snideness, your judmentalism,
You cynicism, your cavalier attitude...
In your eyes, nothing was ever right...
No one was ever perfect, except you...
You say you care, you say you understand;
But why, when I need you to be there?
You never come forth....
I don't to be submissive, 
I am not a fool, like you take me to be...
I am me, if you cannot accept that...
What's your worth to me??

Betrayal

Honesty unvalued,
Dishonesty - a necessity,
Reason to survive, reason to exist...
Underestimated people,
Undervalued sentiments,
Commitments - just a word;
No deliverance, no lingering guilt...
All experience reneging,
All experience emptiness,
Yet all trust over and over again,
Yet all believe in faithfulness...
I did so too, aren't I a human?
I gave chances - second, third and countless...
And they they failed...
Or was the failure mine??
I do not know, I do not comprehend...
All I now know...
Is never to trust, for the hollow promises;
Have left me a leering skeptic of all kinds of premises...

Cricket World Cup...As I see it...

There is a cup and there is a world,
There are teams and there are players...
There are legends and there are blotches...


Embarrassments and laurels,
Eccentricity rife with anticipation,
Passionate encounters, arguments and displays...


All want to win,
All want to rule and enjoy,
Who will best the others;
The odds will be whose to defy?


I cannot prognosticate,
For a believer I am,
My objectivity ruled by passion...
My eyes blurred by favouritism...


Multi-hued bearings,
Multi-faceted talent,
The cricketing world's waiting;
For one eleven to become a phoenix.....


Controversies abound,
Speculations thrive,
Opinions and judgements clash...
Mocking one and mocking all...


Patience is the key,
Forbearance is the opportunity,
And them, who take it...
Are the victors; despite experts' hoarse call...

Addictions...

Addictions are an irony,
Making craving a priority,
First the sky's always blue,
Then the storm creeps in stealthily....
That's when the world turns over;
Mysteries open, denials and negations swarm....
Life seems dreary,
Every step a mortal agony...
Everyone's addicted, aren't they?
Need not be drugs, could be just stuff...
I am addicted too;
I am in denial, I am justifying....
My addictions stem from childhood,
I knew not the word, just kept my passions afloat...
Now I know, Now I realise, Now I speak out;
But who listens to me?
Everyone's in their own habituation-induced spree...