Where I Belong ...

When I go out
In a crowd of People -
They seem to be so full of Life,
But Lifeless
To me !

Like the plastic models
Doning dresses
In the windows of the shops -
These people
Who are so full
Of laughter, love, sorrows,
All seem so plastic
To me !

Simple sounds uttered from the mouth-
Words,
Can cause a tear
Or a warm laugh !

A simple action
May kill a person,
Or save one -

They all are so caged
By their Senses.
Their lives are led
Not by their Own,
But dragged by their instincts !

Emotions, Passions -
These are the products
Of our senses,
Mixed with a pinch of our wild Mind !

As Life goes on,
Our Mind changes,
Hence changes the Ingredient -
Causing a changing set
Of different emotions and passions
(Though those senses work in the same old fashioned way ! )

What We Are
Lives deep inside -
Not in the shallow depths
Where our instincts spoil the flavour.

What We Are
Lives deep inside -
Not where our life rushes forward
Giving not a moment
To introspect
And think over
Our actions.

What We Are
Lives deep inside -
Not where what we do
And what we think
Are mostly guided not by us,
But what we Should do
And what we Should think.

Gone are the days
When we can sit belong a tree
In its cool shadow
With the breeze playing with our hairs -
Not a sound
Other than those of the birds maybe -
Sitting quietly,
Eyes closed
Or open (it doesn't matter)
And treading
Deep Inside
Into What We Are.

But enough of this rubbish now -
Get up, Run
Else you would miss the Bus
Called Life.

But let me be,
Let me stay,
Utterly Alone,
Where I Belong -
In the Depths of Eternity.