Harping on the past,
wishing it would rather last,
reliving those scenes in your mind,
holding onto stuff,you should leave behind,
no use adding onto the pile,
but you simply love doing what's futile.

Playing out the possibilities,
the innumerable ifs and thens,
modifying those buts and whens,
trying hard to place that reason and hence,
no use in fitting the final jigsaw tile,
but you simply love doing what's futile.

Waiting on the same spot for days,
watching out for what's long gone,
wishing there had been other ways,
or maybe someway to be reborn,
no use in thinking all the while,
but you simply love doing what's futile.

Putting sentences together in your mouth,
when its too late to say those aloud,
musing on the right words to say,
when the ship has already left the bay,
no use crying while she walks the aisle,
but you simply love doing what's futile.

Something about this life on earth
live it and juice it for all its worth
it was not your choice to take birth
but its all yours to fill it with mirth

Something about that dream you carry
fulfilling it won't be done by some goddamn fairy
so get on your feet and no longer tarry
finish it or just forget it and bury

Something about that memorable first love
it would never feel like the heaven above
and it would turn ugly and give you the shove
and it would drown you if you wouldn't readily dove

Something about that money you desire
it burns your within in an undying fire
and it shows you what you want, its a big liar
it gets you friends and love, somewhat on a hire

Something about that mirror you admire
it is made to reflect the virtual image
but it reflects the image in your eyes
ohh! beautiful you and the mirror is wise

Something about the nothing you become
all your deeds would one day be done
the sum of everything would still be none
at the end of it all - hope you had some fun?

And you thought she would run
run from the altar with sudden inspiration
and you thought well begun was half done
and you thought there would be a gun

And you thought it would matter
matter to some who was good or bad
and you thought it was a passing fad
and you thought you would make them glad

And you thought you could escape
escape this golden but small cage
and tear that one bad ugly page
and thought you would be untouched by age

And you thought they would wait
wait for the time and space to heal
and they would some feeling reveal
and they would consider your sincere appeal

And you thought you could go back
back to the moments which were perfect
and you could call off the wrong bet
and you thought you could just forget

So brace yourself for life my friend
this is where the movies come to an end
this is where there is no chance to amend
so put on a smile and better you pretend
and all your senses in the day suspend
and just try in the unfeeling crowds to blend.

Am I what you perceive,opine,wish me to be
Am I what you,in my behaviour you see,
Am I what I believe or the faith i keep,
Am I what I am awake or awakened in my sleep.

Am I the ideal son who will take your legacy,
Am I the dream love you saw in the movie,
Am I the sibling you love sharing your life with,
Am I the friend with whom you loved having those miffs.

Am I the ambition,the dreams I dream,
Am I the compromises,the failings I flee,
Am I the strength I pretend I have,
Am I the fear I hate to admit,
Am I the victories I passionately pursue,
Am I the defeats which I try to subdue.

Am I the feeling or the emotion which caused it,
Am I the same or all changes trapped in a kit,
Am I the name or just carrying it for a bit,
Am I the fame or just another temporary hit.

Am I the thoughts or the thinker who thinks,
Am I the sight i see or the darkness in those blinks,
Am I the acts or the consequences of my actions,
Am I the force or just some chaotic reaction,
Am I the priest or just God's different form,
Am I the beast or just man's characteristic norm,
Am I the sins or the fruit of my good deeds,
Am I the soul or just this physical being.

Am I the past or the future I foresee,
Am I the loner or do I thrive in the we,
Am I the authority or simply the decree,
Am I the real or an illusion created by me.

The world is a stage,declared Shakespeare once,
and I say now,this play is on frequent reruns,
all actors around,made up and masked,
making puzzled faces,when the act's purpose is asked,
everybody here trying to get the spotlight,
everyone chasing the lit circle bright!

all lines read from a book,all dialogues by rote,
everyone rowing along,holding onto the same boat,
every act scripted,every move pre-planned,
we live like puppets,held by strings,
controlled by society's invisible hand!

each playing a fixed rigid role in his mind,
all living their parts strictly confined,
all wearing masks of a fixed expression,
a smile a curved crescent,
sadness depicted with the same in descent!

drop the curtain now,jump off the stage,
the play is beyond time,no longer in rage,
stop acting,they are no longer watching,
the claps are false,the awards a mirage,
designed to hold you in this virtual cage,
you are no longer the character,
and this world-the stage!

If you look at it in my way,
education does have its own methods,
its own sweet little applications,
you just have to know the real use,
on its pointlessness - one shouldn't muse.

Chemistry can be applied on fridays,
to mix the perfect drink with ice,
vodka,lemon,water and sprite,
such complex combinations only chem could concoct!

Physics is applied in daily life,
Bowling,pool and carrom are few examples,
games where you could win in all probability,
if only, the resolution of forces was your thing.

Maths We need in all calculations important,
calculating average work hours for example,
stretching the measly salary is another
and counting the floors which pass by in the lift.

English has now become a lifesaver,
confusing people when I dunno the answer,
a huge vocabulary of fyi and eod,
and sometimes to write poems like these.

Biology is now the thing on my mind,
researching in it and discussing with friends,
checking out all kinds of specimens
waiting for my time to experiment!

Planning it for years,
Chalking the next step,
the prisoner finally broke out,
through the bars and the walls dark,
into the light divine and free,
he was out again, on the flee!

He heard cries discouraging,
'They will catch you again' they said,
He smiled to himself,he knew they will,
But the escape was what he loved,
the freedom in between the captivities,
the running in between the moments of lying still.

Catch me as many times as they can,
run away, i will all of them,
prisons are meant to be broken,
walls meant to be leapt over,
chains which kept me to the walls bound,
these chains fuelled my desires to rebound.

Running keeps me alive and pumping,
hoping for the freedom beyond the hill,
someday catch me again,of course,they will,
the chains might get stronger,the walls thicker,
break them I will all my life,
On the run,is what keeping me still alive!