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Things have gone bland 

My poetry could not land 

Pen is shaking in my hand 

I became an outcast

in my own band

Wind swayed the trees 

Like my mind,

swayed by distracting ideas 

Emotions I couldn’t accumulate 

Words arrived 

But writing

I couldn’t congratulate 

I can still reach the top 

Even if I have arrived late

A teacher had seen a gem in me 

A friend had expected fame from me 

I can’t blame anyone 

My obsession with video games 

Life played a bitter and beautiful game with me

I got entry into the spiritual world 

And became a gatekeeper 

I couldn’t detect the pure soul 

Everyone entered because of my kindness 

They said I adulterated their world 

I got denounced back 

To my normal world 

I understood they were veiled in spirituality 

Because compassion didn’t exist in their world

I am neither mystic 

Nor sage 

I am just a binary number 

Embedded in a forgotten page 

I will die as data

When I get to a certain age