Clearance, for a fortune
And I stand here crooked.
Strangled by my earphone’s chords.
With the air of a psychedelic gnome
Burdened with my gaudy backpack
Full of memories of boredom.

Clearance for a fortune.
And restless colours on me.
Hitchhikers’ shoes on my feet
I walk the streets of this city.

Clearance for a fortune.
I make room for intoxications.
I join the crowd to celebrate
My power of buying distractions.

Clearance for a fortune.
Once I fought to stand straight.
I stretched my arms, loosened my tie
And nearly broke my neck.

Hating you has never been an option
Obligation you can say,
Out of silent hours I pass
Recursive games that I play.

My failures stink in my colourful moods,
In smoggy little chunks of pride.
I’m growing desperate everyday
In search of a corner to hide.

And yet you survive the glory
Of being loved and not being in,
I forge my lovesongs into incoherent hymns
For my lonely rituals of sin.

An Idiot's Debut

We must realize that we should be thankful for whatever we have rather than complaining about what we don't have. At times I feel very miserable for not being ambitious enough to study hard, for not being the earner of the top salary among my friends, for losing out good friends, for not having a room more spacious and the list continues. But today when I heard about my aunt being terribly ill, with only my cousin brother to look after her, who himself is also a diabetic patient with glaucoma in eyes, having no permanent job and has not married yet (he is over 40 now), I cannot but pray for their well being and ask for mercy for complaining about my petty misfortunes. Yes I have enough and even if I want more I will get it without worrying much.Yo!!