Strangers in a Room

While I see you strut around,
Making demands to see things all perfection.
Sharing the space, sharing the time,
Without giving a piece of you,
Taking away chipping pieces of mine.

While I see you giving commands,
Follow the order and I will hear no noise.
Aberrations met with cold silences  or hell fire,
Only with me, never with you.
You are never wrong while I am never right.

While I see you shut me out,
Looking through me, building walls to be here and yet away.
All communication limited to courtesy calls,
Only that courtesy seems to be a bit one sided.
We are just loners who are strangers in a room.

Numb

Have you been seeking
And yet find no answers
To what makes it go away
The warmth, the compassion
The eagerness, the angst
Away from the eyes
Away from the soul
Away in front of you
Making no time
Making no memories
Making a fool
Of you
Of you
Of you
All still
All calm
All Numb.

Being Small

I gaze upon the sky, wondering at its expanse;
The gigantic stream of stars and planets in the cosmos looking down at me.
I wonder where I am and how I came to be,
And in this giant scheme of things, what would my contribution be.

I am too small an entity to believe that I am a superior being;
Just a speck, if I am to zoom out of my own reality.
A tiny spectacle on a planet among planets, in a galaxy among several others,
And this flaw to feel immense while being so small makes me shudder.

Am I inconsequential then? I ask myself looking up again;
I guess the answer to that would be relative to my being here.
I get restless in my quest for understanding this life sublime,
And I begin to question my imprint again on the sands of time.