The Peculiar YOU !


It's not about love, it's not about lust;
It's only about the things you think you must.
Its not about the one you think is special,
Its only about the things you are too scared to tackle.
The solitude, the introspection; its all vain,
You desire for those you cannot claim.
The evenings you wish, the mornings you desire;
Everyday you only fail to put out that fire.
The ecstasy, the rapture; that you see around,
nothing can untangle you from the sorrow you are bound.

Its only in the mind; the thing that you feel,
Unleash the thoughts and through the feelings you will read.
Stop trying so hard to put yourself out there,
Nobody cares unless its all loud and clear.
Review the scribble on the paper that you threw,
may be you'll discover a Keats, that's you.
The celluloid, the rostrum; may bewitch you for a while;
but you need to sketch on that canvas, your own style.