Me…

Who says it is bad to immerse yourself in them?

They say, “Live someone else’s life? That’s rubbish. They are fictional characters.”

Fictional? Then why do I feel I know them, have felt them in me?

Experienced what they do?

They say,“Because you want to be miserable. Life is perfect. Count your blessings.”

Optimists like you who spend their time, practicing sentences like, “Life is perfect,” make realists like me almost demented.

The joke is on you…

I do joke a lot about all the serious things,

To convert a tragedy into a comedy is what I do best.

Don’t give me that,“behind that smile is a sad face,’  line.

Thanks for being observant..

Besides if you are so happy and content..

why bother reading the rants of a melancholic soul?

I love cheese, bread and butter.

I also love to listen to Frank Sinatra under the sky

At night, on my terrace. Alone.

No thanks, I am fine being personal..

Oh, so you found a modern tragedy in me?

I found something in you too..

The need to drop 50 k on a golden animal printed scarf..

The amount that runs my house for two months,

What do I know?

I read Neruda under grey clouds.

You meet seven others like you

who walk, talk, dress, look the same.

And since when did clubbing become all about documenting your life?

Buying drinks.. click

Adjusting dress.. click

Pulling the dress down to adjust again.. click

Tripping off someone’s bag on the floor .click

Let us all stand under the light…click

Seven heads tilting together…click

Okay, so I have a modern tragedy there.

But no  click follows the sentence, “tonight I will write the saddest lines..”

This city amuses me..

It is  filled with precisely 10 individuals with 999999999 look alikes each.

And if  you are just you..

you are an outcast.

Anti-social. Simply put.

Well, I don’t fit in.

I stand out.

I am.

Myself.