is it enough to be myself
or do i slap a mask on
prominent smile is bound to
bring in friendly strangers
but won’t i lose myself
in the plethora of fakes
giving away the freedoms
no matter what it takes
will i get an ear
to my pleads, my stories
or will it be a blind eye
to all my fears, my worries
one day i’ll be up so high
first to see the sun up in sky
over valleys, indian ocean
will see the earth in motion
one day i’ll be in so deep
on the edge of earth, taking a leap
a school of fish alongside
showing me the way as my guide
one day i’ll walk on land
no prejudice, just hand in hand
no race, religion, discrimination
and another bucket list after the occasion
trapped in a limbo drab and dingy
muffled sounds and dark lights
the violent ghosts are screaming
my incapable throat resisting voice
freedom curbed and insanity prevails
been a long winter, this
taken out for a moment
blue sky, cool breeze, sunrise
i get my angel back
I love my freedom. It helps me pursue the things I want with optimal stress. I try not to maximize it by getting into silly arguments with people who want me to back out of things I’m already committed to do. Let’s face it, there’s very little someone can do if you know what you want to. That means I like doings certain things alone.
Never had an experience with bungee jumping till date. But it does make sense to have people around. We want to bask in the glory of our success. Wouldn’t be a jump if there’s no selfie in this narcissistic world now, would it? It is also comforting to have people around if you fail. A jump that high… are you kidding me? You are a goner if things go south (unintended pun intended).
About that public speaking bit… It doesn’t make sense to have a public speaking encounter alone. It’s supposed to be public, man. get a grip. You have to ensure that people witness you. Especially, in case of public speaking. It’s their absence that should alarm you. So yeah, witness me witness you witness me.
That went a bit more positive than anticipated. I don’t want that. Let’s try something new…. Look, at the end of the day, we are all going to be alone. This tedious walk we are taking on this rock will last however long it may. That’s pretty uncertain. But what’s certain is the fact that in the end, we all die alone. Be it surrounded with witnesses around a bed or while bungee jumping or when you are walking alone in the rain. it’s just a fact.
On that note, good morning to the people who woke up. And sweet dreams to people who are about to go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.
the cracked mirror on the wall
staring back into the soul
watching life go by
can’t stand it
can’t stand the failures playing
in front of my eyes
can’t bear to rewind my being
and witness the lies
lies i told myself
to avoid facing my own gaze
uncover the bookshelf
of betrayal and not faze
i’m tired of it
watching life play by
hoping my mind would quit
asking why me, why?
ordinary person with
extraordinary talent
or extraordinary person
with ordinary?
maybe just
ordinary with ordinary.
it’s just the world
stupid, cowardly world
deeming anything worthy
of applaud. deserved or otherwise
our insecurities
lazy, uninspired lives
makes easy to label
spectacular
what otherwise is
easy. if tried
he speaks 3 languages
hey, you can too
no. i can’t. only
a genius can
mediocrity is the new
exceptional
the learned are the new
foolish
just cause it rhymes
a couple times
doesn’t turn those lines
into music that defines
just cause that bass
is at its ace
doesn’t make that pace
save your face
just cause that pitch
is high and rich
doesn’t make the switch
any less of a bitch
the song is addictive
the lyrics are deductive
but the heart is inactive
work hard. B+
something to hold on to
in this nefarious world
wit or humor; just one?
yes. wit
oh. the stupidity this rock
incurs
for every tangent thought
the way every soul
whimpers
the bubbling rage
hate
no reason
peculiar cries
unwarranted
all season
no
humor, then
oh. the death
destruction
heh. killing virus
with such
affection
so it works then
dark
it may be
why would anyone then
choose
brains over glee
gloom struck morning
cold. harsh, biting
i’m invisible to you
deep, hollow sorrow
might last even tomorrow
you want it to go
empty street
none to greet
you don’t know what to do
just look up at the sky
dark clouds passing by
do you see me now?
there i am
to make you feel better
behind every cloud
now you see me.
you looked sad before
now you don’t
