A Tribute To All Indians Between 24 and 27 Chasing Borrowed Dreams

The pain is rising
Advancing towards the brain now.

It was fine until it was only local
At least the mind was free.
But now its not keeping quiet
It wants to expand
It wants to eat more
- the insatiable, non-eradicable monster,
the alien villain shown in Hollywood movies -
the encroacher who cannot be fined
even by the corrupt police.
Such a big shot he is -
the pain.

And now I cant even think,
Cant write, cant sit, cant stand!
All the while there is an unlocatable sting
Clutching the brain from both sides of the face
My nervous system has gone slow
The nerve is being affected, you see!
The eroded tooth however,
Stands watching, unaffected
- A mute witness of his own exploitations!
There's not much he can do though.

And I tolerate the pain
Of the consequence
Of its inactivity.
I suffer,
let it pass.
I stand through it.
Its called the ROOT CANAL.

I become Kafka's beetle,
For no explicable reason.
Kashyap's 'K', every other software engineer in India,
or a BPO employee -
That's ME - Mediocre (Non)Entity

I am a middle class mediocre,
Incapable of any action
Though filled with an imaginary courage
Which I never demonstrate
Except when I am alone
In front of the mirror in my bathroom
with my underpants still on!

Self criticism

When I revisit my blog today
After a long gap
Of more than a month
And read a poem
- and more of them -
Of which I was quite proud
When I was away,
I think I was really naive
While writing those
And emotionally misdirected
To be so mistakenly eager
To bask in self glory
That I ended up
Doing mediocre work.

It was this disorientation, I feel
From the actual work
And towards self glory
That prompted such action
And such results from me.

Today I am conscious
That I was mediocre.

And this consciousness of mine
Raises me a level above
So, I think!