Muse

at times you are distant even when with the crowd
though you are really not, sometimes you do seem proud

powerful like the tempest and gentle like the breeze
you navigate places and people with such quasi ease

you are totally fatalistic and that's how you chose to see
your multifarious affiliations, they are just meant to be

affinities come and go but some things stay the same
how you give and what you get and how you play the game

you really crave to belong and to have people around
but simultaneously you're certain, you don't want to be bound

from being a social butterfly to a being total recluse
it's poetically apposite to see why, you are your own muse

Melancholy

a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause
you continue to tread the usual path, despondent, but without a pause

when? where? how? and why? did all of this have to start
who has put you in this quandary? your mind? or is it your heart?

you want to wish away this frenzy, things should be steady, even slow
but what is the solace that you seek? i think, even you do not know

you're unsure about some feelings, thinking that they are contraband
and that just makes it so much harder, to feel, to fathom and to understand

the reason for your discomfiture is, most likely, not what you think
but scatterbrained is what it makes you and you're almost on the brink

you dig deeper, looking inside, without judgement, without stigma
but to your own self, more than anyone else, you will always be an enigma

there's probably no real reason for despair, but naught you can do
you wear that usual smile of yours, but your eyes, they betray you