Be at the wrong place at the wrong time
always;
Not seen as
what you are
Not heard as
what you say
Not pronounced as
what you scribble
Like a ‘foam’ upon an ‘empire of make believe’
You are sure to be laughed off as a Joker
While you ponder on the lines of Camu or Ionesco
Throwing up Pamuk or Kundera now and then
And a thread so red on your arm is taken as a ‘Coelho’fix
You are sure to be.....
While letting out the deepest of your intense emotions
And to be on the frame of a Peeping Tom
You are sure to be...
When you are there to abandon all hypes
And is adjudged ‘the right player’
And is adjudged ‘the right player’
While your heart grow still
And is observed as yet another scene of an idiotic play
You are sure to be....
