Alignment of the mind..

for what are those thundering noises...
petty cups of coffee wasted...
measly bites of fruitful voices..
frugal are the depths it seems these days...
frugal are the ways it seems the heart wants to take....
everything defined is the wishes of the masses...
everything aligned ..
with or without the  dire protest of the fuzzy brains...

demands end not...
need want not...
what is full becomes empty eventually...
what begins ends insufferably...
my thoughts are expected to be popular...
my cigarettes are expected to be fewer and fewer...
one can't cause cancer to the society ...
one can cause flu to one conscience...
divergences must be beneficent it is expected...
everything aligned to favour the pacific masses...
only my brain shapes itself...
into alignments totally inconvenient...
to the present dispositions of the make believe peace...

crumbs and critters..
chaos and competition..
Darwin's laws triumph always...
stability being the inevitable result...
but what about anachronisms
but what about space...
one can't always be politically correct...
every step can't be planned..
every word can't be manipulated ...
every feeling can't be influenced...
and one can't live day after day..
moon after moon...
feeling cut off..
feeling caged..
feeling ignored..
feeling insignificant...
choices are given..
follow the dictum..
execute the fate..
do not tempt the universe...
be a goat hypocrite...
make up and make believe..
cut corners..
refine adjustments..
be aligned to what the society says..
be in harmony to what the world excepts...
but is there only one path..?
is there only one way.. ?
are there only a few chances..?
and no options feasible..?
my mind wages battle on and on...
conflicting in loops..
with the treacherous trends....
its alignment clearly well defined..
only not conforming to the present established parameters...
of indifference and inaction...
for it wants to create..
for it wants to enjoy..
for it wants to feel..
am I not given that fight...
being born with a structure faulty..
being born with a eye precise and penetrating..
being born ...as an autistic..
with totally messed up senses..
being desiring of immortality...
against the grain of the cold inanimate rest...

my thoughts..

I am also human, i can also cry..and I need certain things..........not persecution relentless..

A very warm good morning to you dear..:-))
hope you like it..