Not so strange

We are strange,
Veiled and disguised in our own rage.
We act friends to strangers,
Its spring & we are not exchangers.
Ready to walk an extra mile,
& pleasantly amused by perpendicular style.

As the time passes by,
We become die hard exchangers,
"I" creeps in again,
Tit for tat replaces humor to carry on with I-am-better chain.
Fresh wounds and stale relations,
Again loner searches for fresh pastures,
Vicious circle has its own amplifications.

As we progress forward,
Our cold heart stands still.

Years after,
We take solace that we are not attached,
& fail to see that who is attached to us.

People would have been happy,
Weekends would have been merry,
If we would have just grinned,
& just let it go.........

Depression

keep it cool,
keep it balanced,
keep it this way & keep it that way,
I don't wanna let it be the excellent way,
I just want it to be my way,


questions and hay wired sessions,
marketing guys sold off the stock or not,
but yes they stewed me about myself,
they marketed themselves to me,
at every nook,
one can find the marketers cook...

bolted down the expression of aggression,
not considered good,
in so called patrician world,
dumped myself,
my mind's exponential suppression,
lead me away from myself in arithmetic progression...

today i think i live a life of depression,
and i am someone else facial expression,
though it was my discretion,
that outer world's multiple regression,
lead me away from my possession,

possession which was good or bad,
but that was not me!