The misFits

It is a simple poem. I don’t know who wrote it, nor do I belong. I guess different people will be able to relate to parts of it, in different ways. Found it in Bohemian Rhapsody.

We lost ourselves the day we were born

Since then the search began

To find those of our family

We were confused

For we were given a family of birth

We had friends from our situation

In this funny place called “society”

We travelled

And felt the semblance of the primeval sensation of life

We wondered why we felt at home on the road

We were made to believe we were a little strange

For how many stay away from “home” for so long?

How many become the rebels we did?

We wandered on empty streets in the night

Feeling the wind of the sea, the river, the mountains of wherever we lived”¦

We had so many questions and no answers we found

We searches, always searched

We searched even for ourselves”¦

We delved in unfathomable depths of the being

We rowed for months in strange alien seas

We searched for friends of the soul

Somehow no friends we had, ever

Seemed like friends enough”¦

How could we explain what “friends” meant to us?

Friends were beings so akin to us

They could read our minds

Walk in step with us on those roads of life

Friends were those who travelled with us

Climbed mountains, forged rivers, conquered seas”¦

Friends were one life breath, strangely

Such few “friends” we ever found in this world

We stayed aloof”¦from so much

The norms, the religions, thought processes of the world

We risked our lives, our positions, our family relations for our beliefs

We did the things we believed in

Worked for none but ourselves

We were called selfish for we cared

About our own well being”¦

We fought, we battled,

We ran like mad from so many, so much

We hid, we absconded, we hibernated

Some of us found our soulmates

Some of us didn’t

Some of us had homes, children, love

Some of us lived lonely in far away homes

Some of us were fulfilled having found the love

The understanding we seeked, the minds akin to ours

Some of us”¦after a long time stopped searching having understood that in some lifetimes we were meant to be alone

Our soulmates parted from us, living another life”¦

May be in another world, probably another time zone”¦

We, the seekers, the thinkers, the rebels

We ache to get together for nowhere seems like home

We long for company of similar minds, sensibilities

We hurt, we bleed, we pain, we die”¦

But we live completely, every moment of our lives

Live the good and bad as same

Give all of ourselves to the world”¦

To nature”¦ to art”¦

For there is no other way to live we know

We seek answers all the time

We question all the time

We are probably the only ones who know how deep pain carves its being into us

And how full happiness makes us feel”¦

We are comfortable with extremes

We are comfortable with tears, with abandonment, with aloneness”¦

We, the unknown ones

We, the misfits

We, the seekers, the thinkers, the rebels.