The Common Man

I am a common man,

Dreaming of rags to riches,

Earnestly waiting for the sight of beauty,

Looking to abscond from duty.

Waiting for a glimpse of rain,

Praying not to get wet and stain.

I am a common man,

Praying for a lottery on a daily basis,

Bribing divinity with devotion,

Losing my plot with emotion,

Invading others’ privacy,

Doing my bit for the rumour mill,

So that I am the first one to shout about it atop the hill.

I am a common man,

For I can neither  desist the fantasies

Nor can I resist human fallacies 

I shall comment on elected representatives  but 

I shall never be the change I want to see 

I am a common man,

Craving a lifetime of attention,

Plagued by the spotlight and intention.

Waiting for opportunity to knock on my door,

While I wait outside not noticing.

Alas I am a common man rendered common by mediocrity in thought, with laziness playing a part,

Drowning the sounds of conscience and immersing myself in Individualism without originality,

I am a common man and  I shall remain thus.

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I lie in anticipation

Night and day I wait in anticipation,

of what eludes me, the wait that has kept me alive in my heart. 

That one day, the day I can say I've moved on to something better, leaving behind all that was bitter.

I lie in anticipation, to meet the new normal that I can live with, people I can love with.

I lie in anticipation to move onto better things, waiting for a day worth living for and a moment worth dying for. 

Unleashing myself to tie up that which was broken one last time, in anticipation of exposure to fragility.

I lie in anticipation that I shall find my feet again, to rise from my slumber and wander the dreams of a lover one last time.

I lie in anticipation to be married to my dreams one more time.

I lie in anticipation of life in all its glory, awaiting a life to love, then to live and alive to last. 

This is an ode to Qarib Qarib Singley! 

The Cactus

Seeded by a drop, 

I grew with the slightest sight of moisture, 

Preserving droplets like it were a nectar of immortality.

As the originator of light gave me my undivided attention,

I was deserted by humans,

Protected by thorns.

I prick people who don't notice and hurt to make them notice.

I lay rooted in gravels of sand shifting from hither to thither, 

Without a place of my own,

Rarely uprooted, never firmly rooted,

The rain to me a mirage, 

And the desert, my own garage. 

Heat is my unborn twin, with me to my end. 

The only person who dawns on me is celestial,

The only beauty I've known is the moonlight.

I rarely witness life,

As I'm unfettered by the living, 

While Independently living.

Deserted mostly on desert,

And averted by vision. 

I am the Cactus,

The sole survivor for ages, 

With a life that no one gauges. 

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