Tangled in Thoughts

So often do I think on the lines of nihilism. I have always been intrigued by the purposelessness and insignificance of human lives. It seems very absurd to me that we as a race set such high store by ourselves by acting like the kings who reign over all living things on earth and yet simultaneously subscribe to the notion of an omnipotent superior being called God who commands ultimate submission from every human (I say human and not 'creature' because, let's face it, no other species is as complex as us to have ever felt the need to create God(s)). The more I think about it, the less sense it makes. We are just a speck of dust in the vastness of the observable universe. And yet, the supposed creator of all takes such interest in just our species? Doesn’t that sound exactly like a kid trying to prove with all his might why his teacher likes him more than others in his class even though he does not possess any remarkable qualities as compared to the others? The...

Today I decided to behold my reflection And so I stood before a mirror There I saw looking back at me in all its perfection Fathomless mediocrity. Oh the horror! Mediocrity is what engulfs me Its eternal presence being felt in my every endeavour. Oh what sadness is this insurmountable mediocrity When my pen weaves words which are only sour. Who am I, I asked the image standing as tall as I ‘One among the scores of insignificant bloggers One among the many unknown, indifferent singers and why! You are just one in a throng of ungraceful dancers.’ Is this humility I feel as I drown devoid of any inspiration? Is this the acceptance of who I really am? Jack of all trades and master of none. O mediocrity! Fallen have I even onto clichés now, damn! Still I look into the mirror and see no ray of light Nothing to look for but the unending cycle of routine For I am always the grey between black and white For I am only the silver sans the sheen. ...