the modern human

the emotional jiggle of my intrusive thoughts

leave me like an obvious fool many a times

and I become the centre of every ones laughter

and an unprotected node of their brusque chimes

why can’t I put bit of professionalism in my attitude

so that the element of compassion evaporates

and I too become a callous and apathetic being

narcissistic soul from where humanity dissipates

will that make me a complete modern man if I become

the one who start sleeping on the bed of ambitions

the one who will breath passion and envision targets

the one who live the dreams and utter aspirations

Jiggle