Life is a fine mess 
Expectations a little big 
Anticipating the unanticipated 
Of outcome absolutely unsure 
Trying to act naturally 
I feel alone in a crowd 
Bittersweet dreams in the white night 
Fate written in invisible ink 

A normal human 
A hopeful pessimist 
A hopeless optimist 
Shouting whispers of hell's Angels 
Silent sounds of the heaven's devil 
Eyes wide shut with fresh frozen tears 
Icy hot storms piercing my soul
A joyful trouble turning me inside out 

Probing the relative truth in restless sleep
Sometimes the truth lies
Sometimes the lies are true
Living dead
Dying alive 
Running idle 
My near future a real fantasy 
Caught in this bizarre world I ponder...
                                  
-Kavitha Krishnamurthy