Just a thought...

I keep thinking about this and that,

I wonder about the whats and the what nots...

I cannot ask my mind to shut off;

Thinking is its forte..the purpose of its very creation...

But I know what needs to be done;

What can and should be changed;

What merits a turnaround and where...

If I only I could put all these in place;

If I would be determined to want to cause a alteration...

Things would be better...or so I feel...

I wish I could have a straight forward answer;

because I think, I now know all about myself...

A variant that eternally claims,

The grass is somehow greener at the other end...

Truth and Lies

When I learnt to speak...

No one told me what to say,

What to talk and what to hide...

I learnt all by my own self;

When I grew up,

I learnt to adapt...

Learnt to lie and felt that was cool,

I said untruths and denial became my life...

Where was the truth, the atom of honesty?

There was none, but who actually searched for the same?

Things were simple and things were easy...

Truth complicated matters, did it not?

That's what I thought, what I deduced...

But then truth ended matters...

Falsification and lies ---made me lie even more...

What's better, what's not?

I am not to judge...

For I am as depraved,

As any human who took the crookedly simple lane...

Scrambles

When I struggle to remember
When I struggle to keep up
When I lose faith in you,
And when I lose faith in myself...
When I fumble on a step
When I falter on my words
When I cry over spilt milk
When I decide without thinking
When I pause without cause
When I talk and chatter,
And when I am muted thoroughly...
I always know you'll be there
Whatever I do, whenever I do...
I don't lose hope,
For I know, without hope
I'll lose my only connection with you....

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...

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...