Not Deserted (2006)

"Keep drowning', they said, 'in the sea of faces"'
So I threw my limbs about in the churning sea.
Its foamy froth choked me into desertion...
While as onlookers they stood, knowing not me.

"Drown! Drown!!", they yelled and I
Stopped breathing, to drown and die for them.
But its a wonder that Die I did not-
But lived on for them as eternally dead.

Feelings I have not, nor tears to spend,
Now that I have been robbed of a life
Which for myself I ought to have lead.
I cry out to my self, " I am not deserted.."

"Is it true?", they ask me with scorn,
When my eyes swell sans tears to spend.
I look upto them and say, "I just hope;
Just hope that I am not deserted !"

"Look at us", they scream obsessed,
"Are we lonesome?", they chant with scorn.
I crouch in my damp cell oppressed
Screaming,"Your life has left me unborn..."

Ripped open lay my bloody chest,
Slashed and bruised to let others rest.
None of them came along to mend
The life of a man- forever deserted.

Now when the pain rushes up my spine,
Full of contempt I scale the abandoned shrine.
Not to pray with a two-faced Godly piety,
But to feed on beliefs which were once mine.

As I entered the damp altar painted with moss,
Its fiery deity frowned and questioned my loss.
"I see an eternal thirst.", he gleefully said .
"'Yes!, I answered.' In a man abandoned, but NOT deserted.'"