food for thought, philosophy, Poetry

I am an Alien

Beautiful places, beautiful people, beautiful pictures
And I am not a part of it
Despite being a part of it
My existence – dusted at some neglected corner
not meant to be discovered,
I stand silent, trying to admire, trying to convince
that I am in love with what lays before me
An ineffective camouflage for how really detached I feel
In my head, I am already miles away
Though I stand right here
In my head, I am already mourning the separation
Though I haven’t felt a single ounce of love for your company
In my head, I am crying over an alternate future
Though I can’t even admire the present.
Beautiful pictures, beautiful places, beautiful you!
Would you call me insensitive?
Is my heart really a stone?
Never overwhelmed or underwhelmed
I am just whelmed
Not too happy, not too hurt, not too furious
I anticipate a storm inside
But there’s no destruction
There’s no scope for creation
For a poet –
I am surprisingly devoid of turbulences
Maybe I am being too harsh
Maybe I am being too vain
All this meaningless rant –
Beautiful pictures, beautiful places, beautiful people!
And I am not a part of it
Despite being a part of it.
I am an alien and I couldn’t be more ordinary.

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7 thoughts on “I am an Alien”

    1. I think you are right Smitha. True love indeed encroaches slowly and I think it often doesn’t even make its presence known for a long time. Maybe we are spoiled by popular culture or those movies/books that often show grand entrances for true love. It doesn’t have to be like that for every person and I guess we often waste our time making unjust comparisons between reel & real lives.
      I hope I am making sense! So glad that you liked the poem though! 🙂

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  1. Hello not-so-alien-Saloni
    We all have been made to feel like an alien at sometime and someplace and felt like shit. But how we tried to convince ourselves otherwise. 😊

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    1. Hi Rafiah,
      How are you!
      It’s hard to convince ourselves otherwise sometimes because in the end you feel what you feel. And we can’t change it. Sometimes, maybe we expect things to be too miserable or too amazing, and it turns out to be nothing but an overestimation finally.

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      1. I am good. Spending these days in eid festivities.
        I know its hard to accept things as they are and act accordingly, and the stupid heart goes completely bonkers sometime, but eventually we mature and grow and learn to pacify ourselves along with all the tumultuous voices and insticts coming from within ourselves.

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