Perceive nothing in the nothingness
yet thoughts are eulogized
although expressionless, it rhymes
too complex to decipher-
and in this incognito world
I too want to write!

Unlike others I am but a mediocre
present is all I have, can’t muse over my past
far and wide crypt like ambiance
too insensitive to envisage all is normal
but in this incognito world
I too want to write!

War and nuclear fear
progression has by products
pain, suffering and humiliated tears
dereliction every where
anyway, in this incognito world
I too want to write!

I cannot cry for the polluted air
as I know I am one of those who never cared,
bottleneck life- is my kismet
and so I continue to survive
as in this incognito world
I too want to write!

Never loved enough to hate anyone
accumulating credit, to fly my own kite
covetous world never bothered
after all, love is archaic, cash is all
yet in this incognito world
I too want to write!

After composing how many rumbles
will I be regarded as a poet?
After ditching how many lovers
will I be the Juliet? Is all that matters
and so in this incognito world
I too want to write!

Want to write…
about my struggle to coexist
with the fear of oblivion,
to prove at every step
I am also at parity to one and all
plead that I, insignificant-
can also add on to values

That if I know not to compliment
I will never condemn
that my revolutionary mundane mind
will always protest,
where disparity is inevitable
my rumbles will be portent
that in this Byzantine world
I will live till the end
curve out the piece that I am entitled
life- I will live in accord
and write the epitaph
I left with no regrets at all

And so…
in this incognito world
I write!