Chains to Cracks

The small time... what ever you do, is the excitement. The thrill stays quite short, the pleasure a little longer, but what follows is the discipline, the drag, the worst—the tag.

Tag trades life, suck the life juices, leave everyone and everything dry. There are dry engineers, torn politicians. There are overwhelmed parents and equally tired kids.

Time comes, the chains of eternity —salutations, the tags. Got to hold them, live them, sleep them. They are the new skin, a skin that will run dry in the service of to be served. It gets pale, no more colors, no shades of skies.

Watch out for cracks, they are the calling. They are the gems busters of old souls. Lights comes through them. Shut them! stayed in?

How many tags are enough tags...well, that never to be asked. There are banned questions in the freest of the free republic. Tags you own, they'd forged it. It is skin deep. Who else is feeling grey, the grey of calling, calling that echo, echoing for a life time. The vibration has no turbulence. It's the steep and beep- no music, no gaps.

I wonder why everyone kept asking..what would you become when grow up! It was not the choice. It was the death wish of the childhood. It was the stamp of strides.

I wake up to be the same someone I am for forever now. I will make my bed tonight, absolutely same me. Tags were not traded. This trade is trick of total. Totality what everyone believes now. Totality is the new religion. Totality emerges from few, it stays with billions. Totality is the books of tags. These books are now human code.

Not to be a tag is also a tag. A Wanderer.

Wish...a wish to be a soldier. A poet at night. A child on off days and a father in the tight. A flower in the summer, a breeze in the rains. Want to be the Kafka cockroach for a day. A sheksphearian scandle for the season. A mantra for the bit, a theory for the mind. Some waves of the tidel, I do want to be the fire. Fish and burdie for some time. Sorrow for another. I want to be 'the God'. But that shouldn't be a one more tag. I want to be me again. That me is not to 'still'. I want to want all the 'wants' however these are blind.

I want to ditch the 'I', tags of all the tags!