Erratic

Errant in my pursuits
Of poetry have I become?
Hankering over other things
Stepping out of my virtual,
Anonymity to my identity.
There is a liberation, I find
In putting down thought,
Without constraints or rules,
I am my own master,
But then things get murky,
When this thin line blurs!

Divulgence

I believe in Karma
The only laws I obey are
Nature’s, which are thrust upon me
I can be mean and sneaky,
Perjure and shoplift,
Petty defaults define me
I do it however, in the fear
Of universe conspiring
I am disappointed in me
Honestly, I may confess
But dishonest I am
I don’t make any sense
To me either!
Destined I am to wither away,
Unseen, unheard, in solitary confinement
As he was dragged away, he spouted thus!
He is just one among the few punished,