Is it too late?

Is it too late or maybe is it not?
Yet subtly the unspoken gets woven into the fabric of our lives
The smugness with which we carry our arrogance around
And we still dream to be together
Hope the other person will read in-between the lines
As if for a headache the Doctor will prescribe two bottles of wine
We look at each other and say “Hey there!” (The smugness never faded)
But does one really acknowledge other’s presence?
Or just and illusion of standing in front of a nonexistent mirror….(it waves back too!)
The game to and fro goes ON and ON until eternity
In the End, we ask ourselves…
Is it too late? (To understand/be understood, explore, laugh, live)
Basically… Be content with our Rituals.

-N.B.

Crisis ?

I'm weak, Kill me
There's a wire running down my spine
It tells me what to do most of the time
At times even it is clueless
So I nervously laugh, sigh, maybe smile a little bit
At the extreme end I'll call you tell you how I feel
And suddenly I lose all my steam
System back to normal again
Lack of self esteem?
The fear grows on the inside
Do I seem stupid? Or am I stupid?
The people who I call my mine…
Do they judge me every single time?
Am I a really complex being or a silly chaotic human thing?
Or is it the just a moment like monsoon clouds over sunshine
Sometimes it feels like it's me against the world
And the people of this world never went to school
The only rule that's followed here is the jungle rule
So I clenched my fist
Swing a punch in the air
And I mumble… So be it! Me against the world  
-N.B.