The Other Side of The Mirror...

There was a crowd
A senseless crowd
Utter debauchery
And noone had the faculty of reasoning.
I sat there
A part of the crowd and yet aloof
Atop a stool at a counter
Contemplating over a drink
A drink I didn't want.
And I look at the crowd
Shoving behind me
Knowing not what they wanted
And yet all wanting the same thing.
And then I look back
Into a mirror
Behind the bartender
At a stranger
Who wears my clothes
Resembles me
And is not me
My alter ego.
A detachment occurs
As a numbness sets in
The speakers blare with loud music
Everyone head bangs
The stranger in the mirror sways along
As I look at her
Apparently enjoying the ambience
And yet as I watch
I sense a dormant rebel
Who doesn't quite know what she wants
Acceptance
Or resignation?
This crisis of identity
A Lack of knowledge of one's being
This utter ignorance
How is it preferred?
This facelessness
Anonymity.
And as I ponder I watch
The reflection turn away
An understanding smile escapes me
A deep breath...
And then
She's gone
To get lost in the crowd.
Homogenity
Or a loss of individuality?

Lonely Paths

You are born alone
Into this world you are brought in by the Lord.
There are friends and there is family
And yet you are alone.
Alone and you walk
From stepping stone to the next
From role to role,
Living it up!
And yet there is emptiness.
And then you are in a crowd
And you are lonelier still...
And you wait for that someone
That someone you love.
Someone you know loves you
And yet has forgotten you.
And yet you wait, wait in vain?
I wonder,
This I wonder as I wander along my lonely paths...

On Solitude

Life is about choices,longings,wishes and conflicts..
Its not the external violence that kills but it is truly the internal conflict that can't be survived.
One strives to be a survivor and succeeds too,
But it comes with a price
A price that seems like nothing to those who haven't paid it.
The alienation and disconnectedness,
A sense of not belonging anywhere,dislocated.
A desensitising experience.
A sense of being a rootless traveller on an eternal journey,
A nomad.
The world appreciates your strength,your conviction and has pride in you.
But what pride is there in sheer lonliness???
Because the brave are always the lonliest.....