In the darkness, i float about
Having no thoughts, and no identity.
Staying in a soothing, protective, room
Is all i know to do.
Sleeping, emotions, are all I feel
And so it did continue until
A day, when i suddenly felt
Something pushing me out, and a
Piercing, white brightness winking at me
From the end of the tunnel
In which id resided, for as
Long as i could remember. Never
Had such a strange occurrence happened.
Before i knew, I was out
And looked at by many pairs
Of hungry, curious eyes, promising only danger
To my innocent, unknowing, naive self.
I was cut away, from my
Only source of knowledge and emotions
And then patted till i cried
Strange, these humans are, i swear.
And finally was i thrusted back
To my only source of emotions,
And came to know, only years
Later, that the pair of eyes
Holding me, with tears in them
Was where i had resided for nine months.

Time passed,and i grew older,
I started to look like others
And think like them too, but
Before i could actually spend time
And understand myself and the others,
I was pushed into the race.
My school began, and so did
My destruction, forced to memorise and
Learn till the sun bids adieu
And moon smiles down upon me.
I barely feel the day, before another
Comes up, and the cycle renews.
I never came to know or feel
What the trees did when they
Had retired finally for the day
Or where the pigeon on our
House’s parapet was the entire week
Before returning to her nest again.
And then i realised, nobody cared
Or tried to know about these.
A fool, my parents called me
“Weirdo”, was i rechristened by others
And slowly, the spark in me
Which’d given rise to the flame
Which’d asked these questions, got extinguished.

More time passed, while i became,
A young person, full of stress
And a hungry drive for money.
The loving fountain pen, long forgotten
Laid in a dusty room, while I
Ran to become rich and successful
Becoming, another horse in the race.
The pigeon had slipped my memories,
The trees weren’t cared for anymore.
My originality, had finally become corrupted.
I had eventually become a human
Of the indifferent Twenty first century.

And now, when time’s almost over
For me, do i finally realise,
I haven’t anything worthwhile in life.
A big bank balance, empty mansion,
Porsche and a bunch of diseases,
Is this the conclusion of life?
If i hadn’t listened to others,
If i’d been a disappointment to
The ones who’d given me birth,
Would that life, been more fulfilling?
If I’d not extinguished my spark
Would i be more happy now?
As regrets fill me and I
Am haunted by loneliness and pain
One day, i slowly slip away,
From the sad excuse of humanity
And leave the impure vessel behind.
A woman becomes a mother and
The cycle repeats itself yet again.