Buying myself

Only closer to the disease
Could I find the cure itself
I didn’t know
But love was ironically
hiding in the place of my hate
Only in the embrace
of disbelief
Did I see what I needed to believe in
And I don’t know
If it was my destiny
But owning up my
moment of failure
was the only way
I couldn’t have disowned
My idea of myself
As I could understand
Only a little bit of hate for parts of me
could buy me the rest of me

Own and Owe

Your thoughts, The brilliance of the moment
You both own and owe them to yourself
& deserve both its service & torment
The celebrations and also the preparations
are yours, and you owe it to yourself

Some men try to fit into concepts and Some are concepts, who try to fit in as men.

And as it crosses my mind
capitalism is a science fit only to be practiced by the most perfect
and socialism an art to save against the imperfect.

Ok Computer!

There are no differences between the day & nights
The early morning is only as refreshing as the dead of the night
I don’t even see the thin line between the two

I sleep beside the mobile handset
Kept under my pillow like an ancient totem
And in constant gaze of my laptop

Day or Night isn’t rolling by the hands of clock
But by the assignments in the way
Only the completion of one lets me into the next hour

I don’t switch off my lights
And don’t look at the sun in the morning sky
neither the stars in night, Only my lit screen

Twitter is so digital, was it the birds who invented it?
Life might not have a background score
But there is always an MP3

There is a rush of information to my head
And I carry several times my ancestors had
My last decade is irrelevant
as I gasp for the memoirs of yesteryears

There is so much cold outside
But I live in another microcosm
The doors closed, windows shut
Does my neighbor next door feels the same

Only as the words come to rescue
The thoughts abandon and confuse
I survive by the gibber that’s not lost between the two

You wish you had a tail of flame

I know you cant sit still
I know the moment will
lose you soon
You wish you had a tail
With flame at its trail
You wish you’d enlighten the world
with the flame
and run around with the spark
igniting new routes in dark
Running around like you held
the freedom from captivity
of a million souls
I know you wish you could
and pay up for the cost it hold
As you rub yourself into the infeasibility
You wish you had another hour of this infinity

Drop and the ocean

Ensconced in my bed, what do I think
Against the wall of my cubicle, How do I break.
Is this the ego of the drop against the ocean
How should I feel?