I Am Alone

I am alone. Walking on the streets.

I can hear. The drip drops of that passed rain.
The just scattered crowd after a meeting.
But I am here. Alone. Just me watching.

The chatter. Those mental exchanges.
That little show. It tells confidence and persuasion.
And, a sprinkle of deception. It’s like fruit.
But turned out to be decay. And null.

Still those are others. As I am a spectator. 
I am forced. To glance at them. And imagine.
What better tricks to use. What other words to replace.
But I now stand here. With no chance to change.

I am that oracle. I see all these things.
But neither suggest. Nor intervene.
Now. I just want to sacrifice.
For the thoughts. They come with all mingling.

The Song

He now walks onto the stage,

Six steps to there, no more no less.

With each step he makes not a single thump,

Between each step he times exactly same.

A breath to sustain exactly a line,

With that he starts to sing a song.

Each note hit with the required pitch,

Each beat matched with the demanded sound.

He continues to sing a song,

With nothing goes even slightly wrong.

He does not look around, he does not wander,

His thoughts never deviates from what he does.

With a final note he bows and leaves,

Six steps down back, no more no less.

Yet no waving he sees, no claps he hears—

He does perfect, but it is not well.