Counting Compromises

Fear is unnatural. Lightning and thunder are unnatural. Pain, death, reality, these are all unnatural. We can't bear these things as they are. We know too much. So we resort to repression, compromise and disguise. This is how we survive the universe. This is the natural language of the species.
― Don DeLillo, White Noise  

Messy things compromises are, all dislike

This bittersweet debris of tangled strings,

Some are arranged out of love and care,

These rioting twins, so complex they’re.

Some are forced upon asthenic hearts,

Too disoriented or districted to refuse,

Are these are ones that needs counting?

Or those which are dealt with reflexively?

Compromises for upgrades, which rests

Raising storms of fears, of far off future

And hushes down, the blues and sets

Straight that rudderless sail in ocean.

Fit right in

It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.

~Rick Riordan

I don't know if I'd fit right in

there's this spot that's missing

I look out to see, people hanging out in their cliques

talking in codes, walking in a pattern round and round

they keep on doing that, and I feel like

I'm just an alien, peeking in form outside

trying to make out the contours, on a recon mission

checking whether I'd fit right in

we exist, all together on same plane

but, there's this rift that separates us

I keep going back to thinking "what's missing"

I guess we'll never know

in the midst of webs of complexity from

which human mind is made

it's like you take a shovel to dig deep

but how deep is the fact that's missing

That conscious thought of enormous void

you feel, you tried hard to fill

so many times with so many tools

from where it came and how far it goes

you seem them busy in their work

while you are lost in your own

and before you can realize eons are gone

Rift is still there

and I guess it'll always be

it's better if you fit right in

and it'll do fine if you don't

as people are those jigsaw puzzles

where some pieces are always missing