Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Rebel

He screams at himself

His heart burns like fire

He punches his fist on the wall

Tears roll down his eyes too

And then tries to calm down

He tries to take revenge

Not with his physical power

But with the sarcasm in the tone of his voice

Its strange how he once told someone

“I detest that sarcasm in your voice, the smirk on your face…

Just put that away”

And today he goes against his own principle he once preached

He can do anything to send the message across to those people

Those who never understood him, those who were naïve,

Those who made decisions on his behalf,

Those who hardly appreciated his innate talent

And those who could never get out of the cocoon of this “society”

Is he overanalyzing things?

In all these technicalities, is he losing his mind, his youth?

But I guess he just wants to enjoy life

He wants to live like there is no tomorrow

For the years of his existence, he could only see the glass as half empty

Now for the rest of it he wants to see it as half full…

“Its good to be a rebellion

It keeps me moving” he says…

But at the cost of all this?