Desensitized

DESENSITIZED

This is the choice of a generation 

where the giants capitalize on the incurable follies of men

and where the follies of men collected together 

flush straight unscrupulous "politicos" to the deep abyss of shame

Amidst this dense forest of profound thoughts combusting in our head,

we seek to reinvent ourselves

Pulling possibilities from our own guts of unbounded imagination

This is the choice of a generation 

to choose Pizza over home-cooked meals

for the urge to check on one's email 

can not be easily curtailed

This is the choice of a generation 

where there is discomfort in talking face to face, eyeball to eyeball

for the people online make for better communication 

and they appear to have more balls than anyone else too.

This is the choice of a generation 

to peel ourselves of irrelevant disguises 

like a burlesque queen revealing every layer of her covering,

exposing her naked self

Our audience sharing our own vulnerabilities 

wonder how we knew all along

but this is also the choice of a new generation 

to partake in this global masquerade

wrestling and discarding a part of ourselves ,

that someone else in us is able to come forth.

This is the choice of a generation 

to withhold nothing

borne out of chaos of trivialities 

we type faster than we think

we speak our minds but hardly mean what we say.

Everyone meticulously strives to be socially benign

at times, we jump before we are ready, 

most of the times we are never ready.

We wait for nothing but the rising and setting of the sun

we wait for no one but ourselves.

This is the choice of a generation 

where hope is pinned on every click of the mouse

Offering temporary solace 

wishing to escape from this mediocre existence

Until the net partakes of the real essence of living amongst us

and leave us more desolated than before

more hungry than before, more sick than before

hundreds of friends , full house, indeed

yet, not even a single soul to sincerely connect with

This is the choice of a generation 

driven by the same need to reach out

Expecting magical threads and fibers can fill in the gap 

between reality and fantasy

This is the generation where I belong

and make me say "I don't like myself, 

I'm crazy about myself"

and just as crazy as everyone else.

This is the choice of a generation 

where voices resonate our wondrous dreams

Yet mercilessly punishes our already tormented pyches 

feeding it to the devil

Succumbing our innermost fears 

to the raging fire of endless inferno

Helplessly tearing us apart, 

we are both here and there

Yet we are nowhere.