Conscientious

Painstakingly careful - deliberate and thoughtful

Thorough, organized, aiming to achieve it all

Diligently meticulous - perhaps it comes at a price

For all the assiduousness in the world can't make you very nice

Kindness is hard, being amiable a wish

For those who are stuck, painstakingly selfish

The rules are what you live by

The rules that will not bend

Rigidity makes them strong

Leaving you stubborn, but without a friend

So alone, you ponder, and deliberate at your best

For this is what you are best at,

Especially once your mind is set.

Grinding your humanity away,

Perfecting those imperfections,

You hope someone will help you lead the way

To a place where weaknesses are only conceptions.

Oh you ego, you fool

Why must you work so hard?

To prove that you're above all,

Or to punish yourself for being scarred?

Your pride shall remain wounded

For all of eternity

Because despite your frantic efforts

You will never achieve genuine compassion and sincerity.

Chemistry - does it matter?

Chemistry, the science of matter, never made much sense to me. Why bother? Why spend time trying to understand the composition, behavior, structure, and properties of something that is bound to change anyways? Nothing stays the same.

Me, I like same, I like routine, and most of all, I like predictability...chemistry doesn't quite have those properties (I discovered that early on, when my final grade in Chemistry was a glaring D+ in 10th grade). The slightest reaction can change everything, create monumentous shifts, leaving you with a sense of awe and wonder, or your hair on fire (which ever one comes first).

I'm bending time getting back to you

Maybe it will take an explosion of massive proportions to occur between my neurons before something really sparks in there about what I can do to swim through this muck I'm in.

kuch equation nahin ban raha iss waqt.

My Lady

She once ruled with her heart,

Until she turned into stone.

"My lady," she said,

"would have then happily broken your bones."

She smiled at the crowds,

And said her words just right.

"My lady," she said,

"would surprise you with her might."

Her laugh as gentle as the wind,

Her gaze as soft as her buttery-smooth skin.

"My lady," she said,

"would rip out your organs from within."

"My lady, she dances, with such grace"

"My lady enraptures you with her face"

"My lady, however," she said,

" knows exactly how to put you in your place".

She was courted, wined and dined

She was sought after like a prize-winning swine

But before her head would be presented like the boar,

My lady would take it all, and then take some more.

She set her sights high,

Slithering through the cracks to get by.

"My lady," she said,

"will find a way to never die."