What I am Who I want to be Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world, or my is existence limited to rest ,eat and pee.
Every day is a new day , I try to discover myself, The identity crisis lulls over me, In calm, yet monstrous glee, Failing to find what exactly constitutes my being.
One day I want to be a doctor, Other day an engineer, Or even a scientist, The society decides my ambition, What career to pursue is guided by secure future norms, They say I have a lunatics mind, Persuade my mother to put some sense into me.
Enough is said, I my setting on a journey of my own, The mistakes I make shall be mine, The regrets shall be my defined, Its fall or rise, Time will play a key role, As Frost said, I have an option of two paths ahead of me, One pre decided by my ancestors, less risky and challenging, Other of my own, I decide to take the less travelled one, To mark on journey of my own.
An insider was asking: this was a very troubling question. Why a culture becomes sick, burns the book, and beheads a god? Forgive my loincloth. This century was becoming very hot till the nose bleeds and fills the cauldron of
The hawk was always hatching a pacer, to spin the surveillance, tampering the tracks of violence. The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes went on to spread the dragnet striking gold from the liquid denials. The sovereignity was violated of
Do not go like a rose, stay like poinsettia. Now as a brutal encounter holy color will descend. Polygonal wound was too proud to bleed on the street. The scarlet morning will bring night’s blood. And mystery of love between