The comfort zone

comfort so profound
slowly creeping within all our system
momentarily seeming like a blossom 
when in fact this blossom is  just a wild creeper. 

The more we stroll in this specific garden
the more we are limiting ourselves.
aligning and creating boundaries,
eventually we become the toads 
that we warned our friends about.
and its probably late when we realize that.
oh! how i wish i could overcome that.

non-thinker

Across the humdrum of chaotic lives
i go searching for my self, the kind of self
where we are sure about who we are and what we want
a thousand rules to live by and million norms to adhere to
i don't know know what all to comply with and what not to
i shook my head in approval when i want to scream my gut out
someone asks my opinion on the fastidious human ways
and i dismiss by the verb of coming out as a 'non-thinker'
i'm too scared to let it all out, will i be  an outcast then?
but more than that i don't want my voice to go unheard
so i better shut the fuck up
people are busy making judgments
and everyone seems to be conformists coz
our education system maligns us to form an opinion
if we come out as a critic with a strong head or
vouch in support with a stronger head,
its done, we are playing the part fairly well
i wonder sometimes can we not just enjoy what the platter has to offer
but ironically to play the part fairly well , we have to again form an opinion
and opinion comes with digression and stabbing inside out
i'm so sick of playing the part myself and even if i want to slam it shut
where would i land up, most probably,
in the humdrum of my own chaotic life

catharsis

filled with so much hatred
i swore a lot,cursed a lot
went violent as i could
and rebelled in my own form

but now...
i just feel pity for them
but its not the bad pity
all hail, its the good pity

and when i attained this feeling
it made me realize how fortunate i am
to have learned  and escaped from it
all i say now is
god bless them
Amen

midnight musings

They say love yourself
who says we don't, we all do
its the untamed self in us
that we loathe to the core

They preach us about hatred
but how would they know that the heart
when spattered into million flicks
remains with nothing, but a remorse hatred

They tell us to break free
do you think we wouldn't want to
sometimes we want to rip and open apart
but what would we actually open up to
the new paths seems bleak and blurry