I am you...

i dont write, learnt conning myself long back
i think i write and i am pretty good at it, my readers are crazy about the enigmatic writing
i write for fun not for aclaim not for money not for recognition, i am a conn artist

i do it for survival, i do it to belong, i do it to socialize and i do it quite often

i dont relate, trained myself long back
i accept, i disagree, i symbolize, putting myself in victims shoes i act to feel the pain
i smile, i put it on net, i smile, i agree for doing the good deed of the day, i move on.

i do it for you, i do it for your pain, i do it for society and i do it for nation

i am evolved, learnt in school long back
i dont play, i dont pretend to play, i live to live the day, i live to see the night
i am evolution, i am the virtual reality, i am the indifferent society, i am you, i am you.

Desperation

When desperation seep in, maturity starts to flood in a fragile you, in this little world of over six billion, I stand same as others, just a little more mature just a little more fragile.

Everynight I sleep with a new dream & the dawn sees the same me just a littlemore mature just a little more fragile.

I am no artistic creation of lord, just made my own league of being me, just a little more mature just a little more fragile.