What he seeks.

He walks among the everyday crowd,
works six days a week,
hanging out of the train, music playing loud,
he doesn't know what he seeks.

A day at work, a night with friends,
a walk down the street,
striving every time to prove a point,
that inside, he is not weak.

With just books and games as company,
some called him a geek,
while others around made fun of him,
they thought he was a freak.

There were the days when the days grew dim,
and his tears would start to leak,
and looking at him, alone down below,
the heavens would start to weep.

Even though he walks among the crowd,
and works six days a week,
he's not quite the same as everyone else,
he doesn't know what he seeks.

Publish Post

Back to the square one, again.

I've been thinking of what to write,
waiting for my thoughts and imagination to take flight,
so here i sit with a paper and pen,
just to realize I'm back to the square one again.

I'm tired of thinking day and night,
wondering how to resolve this thing without a fight,
feeling like conversing there and then,
but never ending it, back to the square one again.

I may not have the wisdom or the light,
to guide me though this dark night,
but how do i get to kindle it when,
I know I'll be back to the square one again?

All my questions you answer, alright,
but maybe i need to have my own fight,
but whats the point of finding solutions when,
you just know, you will be back to the square one again.

A countless conversations both day and night,
about the same thing and what's wrong and right,
I'm still left like a desert, parched without rain,
back to the square one again.