You tire me!
You and your meaningless blabber
I never thought I can get tired of words
Till I heard you in this Avatar.
I thought, words are my friends forever
They are my best confidante.
Words were my best bet in making a connect...
Until I heard you speak,
About loyalty and admiration
About celibacy and diversity
About feminism and filiality
About politics of sociology and sociology of politics.
(You gave these words a different meaning, altogether)
And finally, almost always, about us versus you,
Which in reality turned out to be:
You, versus the whole world!
Avatars they were...
You gave mythology a new lease of life!
It kept me amazed and intrigued for long.
Like the Loki himself, you changed from
A Salmon to a Mare, a Seal to a Fly..
And I kept scrambling from Roman to Vedic to Norse
To find some semblance, to get some meaning.
I found a new name and a new story every single day!
I also discovered my self (in the process).
Or did I just get confused about the real me?
Who was I, for you?
I, the whining one? Or the stony one?
The flirtatious one, or the stern one?
The well read one, or the dogmatist?
I, the humanist? or the feminist?
(And wondered if they were so different from each other)
I realized, at last that you could just agree on one thing
I, on the whole, was never ever "the good enough one"!
And "that" was good enough for me, in the end.
You made me tired, till then, 'though.
With your lack of interest first and then the laments.
The laments that filled my evenings and the afternoons..
Like that "Pity to do it" bird in my backyard.
I could neither ask the spring to go away
Nor could I tolerate this incessant lament.
Pretending dead seemed like the only option
For years...
As I rise from my ashes now
And I look for myself, I know this search can take long.
This can even be lifelong, as I evolve everyday.
As I look for who I really am, I know one thing for sure
I am almost never the regretting one.
And that bitter broth, that you carry deep within
You can not make me take that. Ever.
You and your meaningless blabber
I never thought I can get tired of words
Till I heard you in this Avatar.
I thought, words are my friends forever
They are my best confidante.
Words were my best bet in making a connect...
Until I heard you speak,
About loyalty and admiration
About celibacy and diversity
About feminism and filiality
About politics of sociology and sociology of politics.
(You gave these words a different meaning, altogether)
And finally, almost always, about us versus you,
Which in reality turned out to be:
You, versus the whole world!
Avatars they were...
You gave mythology a new lease of life!
It kept me amazed and intrigued for long.
Like the Loki himself, you changed from
A Salmon to a Mare, a Seal to a Fly..
And I kept scrambling from Roman to Vedic to Norse
To find some semblance, to get some meaning.
I found a new name and a new story every single day!
I also discovered my self (in the process).
Or did I just get confused about the real me?
Who was I, for you?
I, the whining one? Or the stony one?
The flirtatious one, or the stern one?
The well read one, or the dogmatist?
I, the humanist? or the feminist?
(And wondered if they were so different from each other)
I realized, at last that you could just agree on one thing
I, on the whole, was never ever "the good enough one"!
And "that" was good enough for me, in the end.
You made me tired, till then, 'though.
With your lack of interest first and then the laments.
The laments that filled my evenings and the afternoons..
Like that "Pity to do it" bird in my backyard.
I could neither ask the spring to go away
Nor could I tolerate this incessant lament.
Pretending dead seemed like the only option
For years...
As I rise from my ashes now
And I look for myself, I know this search can take long.
This can even be lifelong, as I evolve everyday.
As I look for who I really am, I know one thing for sure
I am almost never the regretting one.
And that bitter broth, that you carry deep within
You can not make me take that. Ever.
