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.

The seventh phase of life

This is a world beyond repair,
Rectification is impossible.
Ignorant people, full of pride,
At the drop of a hat- helpless, gullible.

No moral order, I can seek here.
Always right was Shakespeare.
But such awe of the stage?
Everyone breathing is a player?

Writing a story is not worthwhile,
Each person is at max a chapter.
But words are still the best place,
To bury a character.
In the real world,
Death is the ultimate master.

With heavy steps and heavier hearts,
Fresher perspectives need to be sought.
The Game? To each one his own.
Yours truly must chase a novel thought.