My way or better still my way!

what good are you,
if you cant make the world dance to your tune

one always thought that was the rule,
and spent a signficant time following it like a fool

me, myself and ego were to be crowned,
any alteration upon was to be frowned

perfection was a god gifted guarantee,
ofcourse there was no change to be made for free

yet when it came to messing with other people's lives,
hypocrisy taking over, came as no surprise

as long as the pieces fit the puzzle i intended to solve,
they were termed as worthy to evolve

else they were to be tampered and twisted like pieces of clay,
few fragile emotions wrecked were considered the price to pay

when results were off the mark,
the twisted ones were to hear the bark

as if almighty had wrested all his powers in one to dictate,
if not my way, there couldnt be a better fate

ofcourse it is the easier said than done,
a little more introspection could have made it a bit more fun

controlling oneself is certainly not the simpler of tasks,
but it could help take away the superficial empathy masks

the exceeding gap of expectations would no longer be a worrying figure,
although the peace wouldnt come without its own share of rigour

for it is easier to inflict discipline and order,
yet when it comes to self, habits are blamed for the disorder

nonetheless if the search was to find happiness after all,
what better way than listen to the inner call!

Beauty lies underneath!

sometimes it makes me wonder,
if beauty does lie down under

cuz if that were the case
why would there be the cosmetic chase

why were protagonists so attractive in looks,
wasnt an engaging character enough to keep the audience on the hooks

if the book wasnt to be judged by its cover
and if all that glittered wasn't gold,
shouldnt they spend more time teaching mannerisms to kids
than on dressing them up for the world

why are beauty contests associated with blonde bimbettes,
if beauty was within, shouldn't catwalks be replaced by test of wits

was the facade just a move to keep the ugly ducklings in control,
or is reality a way of giving the pretty ones a role

whatever it is, the definition and application are misguided for sure,
when an alluring exterior is held synonymous with a soul so pure

its not that the two are isolated for always,
yet to substitute one with the other doesnt seem to be the right way