I am...

I am...
The missing link. A complex algorithm waiting to be understood
I wish...
To travel all the places in India that dont find a place on the map. That dont even qualify for a humble milestone.
I hear...
The froggy cacophony after the first monsoon rain. The consistency check chime. The howls of homeless dogs on a winter night.
I wonder...
What I'd have been if I'd opted for plan B. Unfortunatey plan A worked.
I want...
Some grey hair... atleast people will feel I talk sense.
I wish...
That I be myself always.
I sing...
When i walk alone.
I cry...
When I miss the one I've lost... When I see an animal in pain.
I write...
When i feel lonely. To remind myself what I was and what I am now; With a fountain pen when I want to feel like a kid again.
I confuse
When i get those messages... from where even i dont know. Someone who wants to talk to me... but in riddles.
I miss...
Someone damn neat. The organized chaos, Bangalore