Fumbling with words,

Sitting by myself,

Observing the world around,

People pass by,

Of different shades & design,

No one seems the usual kind,

All unique& just fine,

& then again,

They all seem the same…

Everythings wonderful

All is colourful,

Y then I see the world in

Only Black & white,

To me its always dark & bright,

Ugly & fine,

Wrong & right,

Then Y the colour grey,

Leaves me in dismay.

Y cant I just close my eyes

& enjoy all datz gud

all datz bad…

Y cant I take the world as it is,

I know am insane!!

Exhausted,frustrated,bewilderd,

Oh com’on !!

Am coming on terms with Life,

Being unreal,

It should be so much easier to deal

With the world,

My! Itz so complicated,

Mystified…am a little surprised,

Words no longer come naturally…

Something takes me years back…

Still in school,

I was twelve,

Riding my bicycle

Was racing with kids…

didnt know how..

But I had to win

I knew I will

& minutes later

there I was …

leading them all…

that’s How I was born…

I lived on…

& something got wrong,
I don’t fit in,

Am tangled with all..

Am cought in the trap…

O I never wanted to be cruel ,

Am just being me..

& this is how it turns out to be..

am confused

am elated

& this is my paradise

my bliss

this is my gift..

this is what I created all these years…

from here ..I take on...

being a day dreamer

at times I block out reality

but in actuality,

am still that girl,

who on an evening ,

came running to her dad,

she laughed &, laughed again

She is happy,

Be it the sun or the rain ,

Things always make sense..

What I write here,s is pure nonsense…

Poetry-good or bad has been my essence.