Why this way?

Why I am this way? Why am I not like them? Why do I feel I’m not good? Why do I feel this way? Why don’t I tell her anyway? Why don’t I pour my heart? Why doesn’t she understand me? Why does she behave that way? Why do I do things I later regret? Why do I do them over again? Why do I want to finish myself? Why has it to end this way? Why am I still looking out for her? Why don’t I reconcile and know it’s over? Why does she keep coming back? Why do I want to get away? Why don’t I come face to face? Why do I hide behind mails? Why I am so scared of losing her? Why do I yet act this way? Why am I acting this way? Why do I make pity my game? Why do I write such self-defeating stuff? Why do I behave this way?

Lady of my dreams

A blue whiff of peace So silent and so calm The sweet smile that lingers To the beholder that sees Almonds for eyes, in thoughtful state Raven hair on dusky shoulders Wonder why she appears pensive Is it me or the world around Is she lonely or self-content? I seek to meet her and not succeed I guess I’m not the one for her But hope doesn’t let go I’ll miss her I know I will I have a while to go before I stop to weep.

The Way

I was passing one day A lane I used everyday Pondering away the time past A stage in life I had come to last Suddenly, I see the one I love Walking, giggling, down the bough I beckon her and she gives that smile And gets my heart to stop a while She looks for me through those almond eyes I wonder is she had told me a bunch of lies But the smirk can’t leave my face It’s there until I reach my office place

Life

Life is meaningless, I sometimes think All confusion, all stink Logic, I know it doesn’t follow Destiny I’m afraid, I can’t swallow Is man a programmed being? Or is he there for the gods seeing I’m afraid to think that I’m a useless specimen But I also know when I die; all they’ll say is Amen! People are so superficial and materialistic Materialism stretches across their lives as though some elastic We run to the Supreme Being in times of trouble I wonder whether it’s worth it amidst all the rubble.

Alchemy

Alchemy, a sign of the times Wizardry for one, magic for the other Burned at the stake, or praised for ever Visionary for some, devils for the other Men are weird, they change with times Kill the first and praise the other.