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.