Blessed are the people who think less

"The mystical complex"

Comes back to haunt me each time

How I wish I was someone else in some place else

When will the storms of my mind subside?

My tattered self now wishes to find shore

One dark stormy night after the other in vast oceans of the mind

I am cold, It is dark and wet

The self-inflicted waves rise up again and again

How I wish I could drop this burden that I carry

The Jesus is me now tired of carrying the cross

He wishes to take eternal rest

I wish I could make beautiful small talk with people

Get along with everyone

Have a lot of friends

Not see as much as I can see

Oh I envy those extroverts!

The life of a party

The pretty and good-bodied people

The ones that can express themselves so well

The story tellers, the conversationalists, the connoisseurs..

The musicians, the actors who get a release in their no mind state

What talent do I have?

Why do my words fall short each time..

Coming out my coarse and monotonous voice box

Blessed are the "normal" people

"The mystical complex"

Comes back to haunt me each time

How I wish I was someone else in some place else

As the world speeds ahead

My moral high ground can’t keep up with it

I’m such a sucker for the underdog

Better I stay quiet because my words eventually cause me self-harm

Wish I could be easy on other people

More so be easy on myself

Another day passed by

Why am I happy as the time comes nearer?

Most people are afraid of death!

The mystical complex

Comes back to haunt me each time

How I wish I was someone else in some place else

How can I feel such extreme emotions in such short spans?

The pendulum of thoughts pushing me over the edge of my mind

How many different people live inside me?

I surprise myself sometimes

Is there a way to control these moods?

Rebirth after rebirth without any death

What dark times do we live in?

It was never so bad

Or is it me? Maybe nothing has changed

First burst the bubble of Patriotism

Next the chick cracked open the shell of religion

Much to the annoyance of the Cock

The bubble of Race

The bubble of Cultural Supremacy

The bubble of Astrology

I was happier in the bubbles

It gave a sense of security and belonging

Now where should I go?