Him
Him
He found himself at crossroads
Most of the times, for,
He simply lacked that sense of belongingness,
Of that possessiveness for his roots.
Not that he despised them, he never could,
It wasn't possible for him.
Somewhere within his alien soul,
He simply lacked the human capability
To hate other being.
He was disregarded by them,
A lot of times, for not being able to
Connect with, what had been known
As the norms, but that was just him,
The way he was, different, unique
Not wanting to be with the flow.
Doing so, he never longed for conflicts,
He longed for a quaint kind of peace,
One which was foreign, for a lot,
Out there. That peace which would be
His escapade from all what perturbed him.
They could never really comprehend
What went on in his mind, and,
He did not really expect them to do so.
However, neither could they leave him alone
To his own musings, nor could they
Make an effort to understand him.
They deemed him to be alien,
Alien to their thoughts, their perceptions,
Alien to their ways.
What they could never grasp was
He was in fact one of them, just
With the courage to be his ownself,
On his own, amidst the chaotic conventions around.