Undefined

I searched myself,
I defined myself as one of those, then
one of different those and keep defined.
then, on one fine day,
I found, I am yet undefined.

that made me happy then,
but being not defined is against
the rules of this world.
people probed me, as if,
I am the one with sin.
they showed how happy they are,
being part of borrowed self.
I laughed...

then I put myself,
in the roads of
dry reasoning,
enigmatic spiritualities.
that made me drunk for time being,
yet, on next morning,
i was all alone.

I seek my reflection,
on the ever flowing river
of crowd around me.
I checked whether I am
structured by friends around me.

but, no luck, friend,
I am yet
an unresolved puzzle.
I am missing piece
of jigsaw set.

No meaning,
assumptions here.
else is game,
played for the fun.
watch if you wish,
else you can play.
but don't ask me,
what it is?
because,
no meaning,
assumptions here.

Days of lost song

pale sky and
stale sun,
mark these days when
frustration fills air.
chaos is what i smell around
and i see,
humans disappearing fast
from this city of manipulation.

foul theories,
crack philosophies,
cowards rule fort
and hypocrites preach
religion of tolerances.

i feel,
i should walk on the road,
and seek if there remains few
who can yet sing, laugh, cry and live
on their own wish.

celebrated deaths of
modernized media
but in my ears,
songs of distant deaths echoed.
deaths of those
who are unknown to this city
deaths of those who unlucky
not to be dead by bullet.

'homo sepians' around me
worry for fears that are
certain uncertainties of life
and they try to live
prescribed by those
who are just simulating themselves.

i am leaving my friend,
this search of hypothesis
it is mirage for me.
i will walk away,
and may you remember,
some poems used to live in this city....