People don't know where to find you, 
they end up looking in the wrong places.
How would they know that you hide within
your mind, and lurk in-between sentences
in the company of periods and commas.
Your thoughts are a labyrinth that they
dare not enter, and your words are a code
they haven't yet decrypted.

People don't know where to find themselves,
they end up looking in the wrong places.
How would they know that they hide behind
social masks, and lurk amidst known fears
in the company of the complacent and deaf.
Their thoughts are a messy knot that they
dare not unravel, and their word is like the wind
that never stays in place.

People don't know what to do when they come
face to face with you. You scare them white,
and your version of reality threatens to blow
away their house of cards - a place for dogma,
under the guise of tradition. Your mind speaks
louder and clearer than all of them, and yet,
often I find that you don't enter the battle. Is it 
because they are too many? 

Under such losses in identity of both sides,
the middle ground is dominated by oppression and
duress by the hands of many against the will of
few. The babel grows and your mind numbs. Soon
enough, you are no better and you will fight
a new someone - maybe by your action, maybe by
inaction. The path to hell is paved with good intentions 
and you have greater good to worry about?

And imagine, if only people had a conversation
with themselves and with you, discovering
we all had more to say and learn about, than
we chose to belief. And if only we let go
the moral highground and let ideas and beliefs
be challenged and eroded by a stream of ideas,
a train of thought. If wars and bans were replaced
with coffee and conversations. 

Won't you engage in conversation with someone
about everything we hold unquestionable? 

-Mihir, @MereWords