Alexander Pope

It is a tedious task,
Shelving memories.

Becoming
What you are not meant to be.
But the world wants to see.

We sit here, clueless!
Do we even need this done?

I have been told,
They have done it already.
I can do it too,
But the motive is missing.

Alarming, is the level,
of this Fucked-up-ness.

My wishes to the humankind,
May you never face,
A situation where ,
You need to claim you have loved again.

Love is a one time affair.
About other lies,  you needn't care.

Some play Gods,
Some act cool,
In the journey called life,
Blessed indeed are the forgetful.

Optimism

I sit and introspect. 

The things I have let go. 

Innocence is what I miss the most,

I couldn't notice it leaving though. 

I don't regret what life did to me. 

Cause life happens to us all, let it be.

I can just sympathize with it,

For having had to deal with me.

I shall forgive and will try to forget,

But would stay physically detached.

You would not be thrown into oblivion,

A once in a while cup of tea, is not that bad.

Cassandra

The point of no-return is in vicinity.

Maybe I should run and try,

To stop living a lie.

Or should I slow down,

Let the feeling linger, a little longer?

I've heard that time heals; makes you stronger.

My fickle mind flickers like a flame,

This moment I am this, the next that.

Atychiphobic  was the boy, as is the man.

What I really need is to stab my p_n_s,

Into the black hole at the centre of the universe.

Having fucked the world, I wish it just disappears.

Peace be upon us!

Frailty- Thy name

The puddles of water, lead to a random thought,

About the filth this city has introduced me to.
My conscience keeps wiping my mind clean,
My soul is tired, always seeking avenues new.

What have I wanted from life, really?
A plain, simple and stainless existence.
I am a well learned man,
Do not expose me to pretence.

The short story of my short life,
I will someday share.
With people who don't give a damn,
But read them as if they care.

The story would be real but not new,
The world has since ages known the same.
A man is perhaps born immoral,

But frailty never had another name.