I, The Misfit

This is something that I wrote in 2005, while travelling back home in a bus on the Dubai - Sharjah route... This is something which I've always felt... still feel even now... wish I could fit in and be a part of the picture... be a part of someone's dreams and desires... but alas... all that I am is just a Misfit...

I, The Misfit

Once again today I sit amidst a crowd;

A spectre surrounded by a sea of humanity;

There is turmoil both inside and out

A subdued voice trying to be heard!

Though wanting to be a part of all this rigmarole,

I can never blend into this circus,

Where there is no difference between sense and nonsense,

Where there are no defined limits, just various blends & mixtures

I search for my place - my niche - to fit in;

There is none to be found and it cannot be created...

Those who are different are just not tolerated,

And I? And I am one of them!