Identity

Another one of those cynical outbursts. But feedback has been encouraging up till now :)

I am but a speck
in the ever expanding Universe
My nothingness stares intently
at my grave face.

My tears don't even flood
the small village I live in.
How will I change the world?
Armed with my anonymity.

I will stand up and be counted
I will raise my hand
when they call out for men
I will become the change.

There is no time for rest
For time is fleeting
Only one life to live
and carve out my epitaph.

Not a care for love & friendship
I am frugal with even laughter
Fame is my motto
And fame is my fuel.

But world is running out
from under my feet.
And in this unforgiving world
Insignificance is worse than death.

Comments

Tabula Rasa said…
Why change the world?
Why expect the change?
Why seek Fame?
Why worry being insignificant?

Lady, Silence of Lambs. The answer and the question. For most of us.

But appreciate the in-your-face despair in the poem. Keep writing.

-Kaptain Kantaap:-)
Blah said…
Impressive, interesting and inspiring...
Shivangi said…
To both who have commented above.... well the poem is in a sarcastic vein... basically talking about the stupid pursuits of men who want to 'be something'...
i don't know if your comments will remain the same now... :|
storyteller said…
Quarter life crisis meets the Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock in the ungracious vocabulary of now's emptiness.

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