Abstract Engineering

Drowning amidst equations like a lost knight,

Counting stars in broad daylight,

Tuning our minds to an unknown frequency,

Want to break free, we want to feel valency.

Every brain is an auditorium,

Where amnesia and insomnia freelance,

Hoping to break free from this pandemonium,

Can't see Einstein perform the devil's dance.

Feeling dyslexic every time we write,

As we jumble the greek alphabet,

Diagnosed with examination fright,

We feel we're better off writing a sonnet.

The artists in us always rebel,

So that we can use our right brains,

And still we are the envy of many people,

Who cannot see us trapped in these chains.

Last Comic Standing

His sense of humour ceased to be,

As he could only stand and see,

He had delivered his last punchline,

He wished everything would be fine.

He was the last comic standing,

His dry sarcasm had dried up,

His wit no more commanding,

He felt like a lost little pup.

Laughter was his only business,

That would always feed him,

Robbing people would've been a mess,

Since he could never stop talking.

Laughter dies a slow death,

It was dying in front of him,

He stood there catching his breath,

His supper was at the audience's whim.

Looked like he had to be hungry,

The audience showed no mercy,

Some of them bored, some angry,

Some begged them to stop.

Laughter died, chaos took over,

As everybody went out,

The lights went out but he stayed,

Wondering what he'd eat tonight