Anti-social

I am not clever,

never was, never would be,

When I traded the bylanes for flyovers,

I tried hard to be one,

to be accepted,

So that my words weigh in,

makes one believe me,

find meaning in my truth.

I've spent a decade in wilderness,

wild, hungry and sleepless in this concrete city,

Now I am just tired of this perceptions business

The only thing I can manage with much difficulty

is an appealing half-baked smile,

No, I don't even wait anymore

for my mime to be deciphered.

Because they are hollow,

there is no meaning in them.

I am just happy being a mute,

Too happy to be a ghost in the corridor.