Ramblings Of A Cynic...

Shut me up,
Like you'd shut a criminal in lockup
..Just lemme not breathe freely..


--I want to fly..


Bottle me up,
Like you'd trap the air
..Just let my twittering be quietened for ever..


--I want to make merry..


Eat up all my energy,
Leave me wasted, dried up
..Let me be all empty inside!


--I want to feel FULL of joy !


Go on, strangle me, chop me, fry me..
Take all the life out of me!

--I want to be chirpy,
...to be bubbly,
...to be happy..

Smother all of it, smother me!


For rather than being a living dead
I would prefer death itself to come and embrace me........

Just Four walls...

It's my four walls and me....

That together try to create an absurd camaraderie.

Those four walls I try to embellish,

With delicate hands, whose tender care they relish.

Alongside, Time keeps extending it's help to me,

Morphing my walls into what they never used to be !

But I am to carry on, with all my passion,

Decorating them, defying situations that sadden.

I put a hazy picture of a house on one wall,

The house aint big, but it's happy colors embrace all.

On another, I use red and pink satins,

Making random designs; The "sweet nothings"...

My third wall stares blankly at me,

As I turn my head and it's foggy black eyes befuddle me...

Finally I turn once more, and smile at the million decoratives hanging,

This wall is a blur of thousand colors, each one forcefully compelling.

But this is not a house, for it has no roof..no rooms, no people at all...

No, i don't have a home, a home like the one that's hanging on one of my walls..

-It is just my Dreams, My love, Emptiness, and The Present...

It's just my four walls and me, as their only tenant...