Waited for calls
stared at walls
pointed in halls
Briefed on withdrawals

Cooked once ate thrice
Hooked for the prize
Who knows of its demise

Stayed in the books like a nerd
Hinted always to be part of the herd
Hindered never knew how to fly like a bird

Here there is a pandit and there's a pope
Tell me my beloved do we have any hope

Thoughts are often deeper than oceans
How are we different if both our skins burn
Let's hurl stones at each other here’s your turn

Using these hands as carefully as a mortician
Chewing something hastily that's already been bitten
Carrying your sins around like Mariner's Albatross stricken

Talking to someone who raised inflection
Pointing out that all my facts were pure imperfection
Confirming his own ardent diction
Walking ahead and leaving behind a reflection

Spoke while muting the masses
It's those days when they overfill people's vases
While keeping their hands closer to the maces

It's all about the sip
You got a side to pick
Hurry up be quick

Caste catharsis causing cadaverous cacophonous calamity
Caricature criticism censured committee

There's nothing that I have learnt
Hanged to these trees and burnt
You're the hunted still going for the hunt
You were supposed to be paying attention but you weren't

Came into this world with Tabula Rasa a clean slate
No preconceived notions no bias, love or hate
Broaden your eyesight all exits lead to the same gate

Wandering the nights as if lost spirits
Hearing the noises of the crickets
Longing to meet you even for minutes