The illusionary game

People have called me loud,

People have called me Voiced.

People have called me talkative.

All from their own perspective!

For some I am an entertainer,

For others I am no less than a joker!

For some I am brandish,

For others I'm rather snobbish!

For them my ways are revolutionary,

A means to only flourish.

For others I am a lost soul

Who likes to spend time deep in a hole

There are some who called me selfish,

Some others also titled me a hypocrite.

For they found me not bothered about the world, 

For they found me not bound to my word.

But alas! Such contrasting narration

Did definitely create a commotion!

Confused I stood, only to understand

Life judges you not on your stand

But on the mood that dwells in their mind.

In the moment of the interaction

Creating the ripple of altercation 

There was actually no one to blame.

It was only an illusionary game

Of the thought and the action,

Of the action and the reaction. 

Simply humbled, as I walked,

I  wholeheartedly laughed. 

The melodious Literate in essence

Timely, as I peek into the alter self,

I realize this melodious literate in essence

Who I relate to as neither he nor she

But a Shaman of words dwelling deep within me

I ever wonder at what you pursue,

I ever more ponder at why you pursue

To merely relish on the delicacy of wordy bites!

To merely chronicle the Universal delights?

That could otherwise be mentioned in concise

With a little less wit though a bit less precise.

Is it for the love of nature?

Is it to show the mastery over Literature!

Yet, your play of words does entice

The grandeur of the moment that was not otherwise.

Is it in search of someone lost,

Is it to replace something from the past?

If not to reminisce those petty pretty moments

why would you contemplate 'bout them in the current?

Is it to air an abode of romance,

Is it to set sail into a realm of trance,

With chimes of bewitching syllables

You purely cast a spell of marvels!

Nevertheless, I only speculate in admiration

The real mystery of your motivation.

In an enigma of this pleasant speculation,

I realize your verses are an expanse of enchantment

Waiting to be traversed and unleashed for a soulful contentment!