The traits

The loser

You know I have tried,
All that was there,
I so foolishly thought,
Towards something,
My life I could veer.
I tried to write,
I tried to sing,
I tried to paint,
And even dancing.
But alas,
The arts and the delusion,
I earned a fancy name,
That of a loser.

The loner
I tried to be social,
Relations and ties,
Momentary joys
Beguiled by lies.
An urge to escape
This emotional rape.
I survived somehow,
This claim game,
In the process,
I earned another fancy name,
That of a loner.

The lover
So you tell me,
What should I do ,
I seem to be good at nothing,
Except,
Loving you.
© 2009 Rituparna Das