What Mirrors Don't Tell

Hey you, Don't tell me that I matter
When I don't
Nothin I do would change
Nothin now, when there is no then.

How do I live in the present?
When I repent now what I did then?
And the repentance I will repent then
Nothin I can change now

How do I live in now?
When all I do will be tomorrow
And what I did yesterday am now
Not too good... Eh??

Am not the center of the universe
Accept that there ain't a universe
Him satisfied makes you happy
He satisfies you, to make him happy

May be there is an escape now
May be he opens the door where there is none
You walk through none
You trip on none, yet fall on your face

Do I take me anywhere from here?

Too Bad......

Point

I don't see a point in living
Neither do I see one in dying.
Where is the strength with which I fought
What am I fighting?

I don't see a point in fooling myself any more
When I have others to fool me
Where is the glitter that I dream?
The one that I delude myself with

I don't see a point in staying awake
Am I not asleep now?
Long since I had a dream
None ever met any reality either

I don't see a point in talking
When I don't talk what I actually can
There is none to speak to either
My words silenced under others wants

I can't see anything beyond this point
Where am I looking?
All around I only find me
Is there anyone else?

Not giving in is not the point any more
When all that I wished was ripped away
The me that I knew has got to go now
Am I sure I can live with the vicar me?

Doing it to a T

Staring blankly ahead you think
Glaring into emptiness am I?
But I catch you out of the corner
Strangers we are... Are we??

You like it this way... Don't you?
Trying to arrest me in a stare
I hankered your caress then
I don't care enough to reveal if I care now

"Are we lost?"
Is that what you brood,
when you breathe that sigh?
I die now, you hope?

Not with you, but am at war with me
One way or the other I lose
"Where's my cheer?"
But misery is what I treasure

As much as you try to escape
I still follow your prints
Where would you hide my darling?
You will answer my eyes whenever

Will I be free of your spell
when I have you?
Are you scared of not being pursued then?
Or will you continue to haunt me under a new mask?

Chains of Freedom

Here I am in chains...
Some of my liking... Others not...
But all of my making....

I don't wanna be free...
Don't try to help or pity me....
I want to be in chains....

Yes you hold the keys...
But don't try them on me...
Penance?? You ask... Ha... Not my choice....

They ain't demons nor angels...
I am not here to point them...
Let them be.... And they will spare me too......

Its easy for me here....
Prisoner of my limitations...
I term my mediocracy... Being Human

Does freedom exist???
It does... freedom to choose your chains... None else...
I am tied in mine... You.. restricted by the chains of freedom....

I wanted to be the prisoner of your eyes then...
You closed them on me....
Now you got the chain... But I want not....

Let me be buried in my shell...
I don't want light....
Just waiting for the time.... Scribbling my writin on the wall...

Prisoner of my own mind...
Puppet I call me...
Smilin n takin it... Aren't you irritated yet??