Don't know what to say
Can't figure out the next play
Can't get past formalities
This is one of life's great tragedies
A mouth to talk, a brain to think
But sometimes neither work
Without a drink
;
The silence is so long
That there is no choice
Than to break it
With another set
Of small talk
;
Sometimes
The conversation
Just doesn't seem to fit
Sometimes
People just don't seem to click
And one feels forced
To follow societal norms
By indulging in
Small talk

Expectations
Are a *****
You do things
Not for yourself
But to please others
But why
Why live for others
When your life
Is clearly
Yours
Why bother about others
And their expectations
;
Whatever you do
Should be for yourself
I'm not advocating
Selfishness
Yes,
Do live a little for others
But don't be afraid to
Live and laugh
For yourself
Because
Your life
Is your own
Any expectation
That exists
Should be from you
To you
So that even when you
Pull off the unexpected
You only need to
Explain it
To yourself

Not all stories
Have an ending
Let alone
A happy one
Some just stop
Without any reason
While some surpass
What one
Would call
Its plot line
These stories are written
By all components
Of the universe
Some may have a big stake
Some may be negligigle
But the most important
Component
Of that story
Is the author,
That is,
You

Living life
Just for the sake
Of living it
Speaks volumes
About
The person concerned
;
When said person
Is so done
With the same old life
That all they think about is
"When will this end?",
It is understood
That the person
Is living
For a reason
That is not
Chosen
By them
;
It's like
A person
Has died inside
But their motor functions
Are still operational
So that
The people for whom
These functions are performed
Do not haunt
The spirits of
These dead people walking

Look up at the sky
Once in a while
And I hope
The pollution
Doesn't cloud
Your judgment
On how beautiful,
Enigmatic,
And scary
The universe really is
;
It's always there
Around us
In front of us
Yet we seem to be so ignorant
To the beauties
Created by
That higher power
;
Instead
We foolishly
Choose
To focus on
The smaller picture
When it's really the bigger picture
That should be marveled
And experienced
And most of all
In some way or the other
Understood

Isolated, but not alone
Seeking revenge
All on his own
But not against someone
But more like
All those
Who've directly
Or indirectly
Made him feel
This feeling
Of isolation
Isolation here
Doesn't mean lonely
Or friendless
It's more like
A complete lack of understanding
By the society
Towards you
And
Towards us all
'Us' being
The younger generation
;
Not everyone from this
Younger generation
Generally stand up
Or fight
Maybe because
We're all isolated
Together
Similar minds
But unable to read
For we've never learnt
How to
But maybe he
Like a few others
Has the courage
And motivation
To fight through
The invisible barriers
Of this isolation
On his own, though
Because that's what we've learnt
Or been told
To live for yourself
But at the same time
For the future
Of the unborn
;
So he's going to pump up his kicks
And use this shield of isolation
To his strength
Creating an outer wall
As sturdy as bricks
And fight through the barriers
That society has created
This isn't a huge war
That everyone will soon
Know about
Nor will he be called or titled
Some hero
And I'm glad he isn't
Because fame infects
Even the most ambitious
So watch him silently
But powerfully
Slice the walls
Created by us
In his own way
It won't be easy
But at least
He,
Unlike many others,
Will know at the end
That his life
And his actions
Did have
Meaning