I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my intellect challenges me

To quote my heart's desire 

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my feelings form words

To describe them as harsh swords

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my thoughts are raw

To lessen a bit of my sorrow

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my emotions are murky

To vent out the clouds that are smoky

But I am no poet my dear 

Sometimes my sentiments are lucid

To erase the sore that are acid

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my heart just vocalizes

To nurse the hurt that scandalizes

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my senses voice 

To degrade the loathe and have my choice

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my soul inks away

To record the vibes in its full sway

But I am no poet my dear

Words and byword mumble

Into a meaningful rumble

But I am no poet my dear

I often wonder why I am this way..

I often wonder why I am this way

Why do I enjoy the setting sun

Why do I appreciate the moon rise

Why do I get calm by the swift wind

Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way

Why do I like to watch the violent surf

Why do I cherish the view of the patient lake

Why do I love the sound of cascading stream

Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way

Why do I adore the snow peaked mountains

Why do I fall for the green landscape

Why do I appraise the picturesque nature

Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way

Why do I freek out when I am lonely

Why do I crave for lonliness when I am in crowd

Why do I always have to deal with these mood swings

Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way

Why do I sometimes ask silly questions

Why do I sometimes act like a crazy fool

Why do I sometimes behave a bit clumsy

Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way

Why do I often regret my decisions

Why do I generally lack self-confidence

Why do I rarely trust my judgement

Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way

Why do I not savor the blissful moments

Why do I crib over the woebegone days

Why do I sometimes remain so sore

Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way

Why do I always try to escape from love

Why do I not relsih the magic of life

Why do I still wish for more and more

Why why???

This is the way I am from the start

A little determined  and a lot more confused

A little naughty and a lot more charming

A little emotional and a lot more crazy

But my inquisition remains unanswered 

As still I often wonder why I am this way..

Why why???

Sometimes & Othertimes

Sometimes I feel that I am in the top of this world

But othertimes I feel that I am the down trodden one

Sometimes I feel that I am amidst joy and happiness

But othertimes I feel that I am the one with sorrow and sadness

Sometimes I feel that I have the warmth of love in me

But othertimes I feel that I have been the one to be stone cold

Sometimes I feel that I have been bestowed with heavenly blessings

But othertimes I feel that I am the one who has never been blessed ever

Sometimes I feel that being myself has been the best thing in my life

But othertimes I feel that I am just one featherhead goofying around

Sometimes I feel that me and my luck go hand in hand

But othertimes I feel that I am the one who is star-crossed from the start

Sometimes I feel that I have the vigor, espirit and impulse of life

But othertimes I feel that my heart and soul are long gone  so now I am better off dead

Times change and so do feelings...

What remains is a blurr of happiness... 

A weather-beaten open wound of sadness...

And a huge bulk of eroded emotions...