I am not Unique ?!

One of those billions..with 2 hands, 2 legs and a big mouth..
I am not unique!

One of those hundred millions...beautiful and fat...
I am not unique, is it !

Comp, Music, Scooty, TV...
Lazy n impulsive ; excited n lost
I am not at all unique!

I am not unique nor are my grievances..haven't I been warned before J
family n friends, luv n career.. our grievances are all very common..
categorized n catalogued....solved n archived!

I am not unique nor are my passions n my fun-moments..haven't I been warned before...
hobbies n roaming, performances n parties...our joys are all very common...
nurtured n pursued....clicked and framed!


True it sounds, but can it be true???
A not-unique life, a not-unique death !
Leaving behind a common grieving -- 2*2 family, dozen relatives, two-dozen friends.
Leaving behind a name on -- a piece of code, a bank account, my kid's middle name!


Maybe a hundred or couple of hundred yeards -- for a musician, actor, author....
before fame comes to rest in the grave!
Not unique at all, not un-common at all! There are hundreds of thousands of them too!


Is this it then !!!! A common-place existence! Is nothing in me unique, ain't i unique as i am!!


Whom of You can lay a claim to my features...possess u might my eyes n my lips; let u be my look alike..
But can your eyes feel the warmth of the rising sun and freshen up my senses!

Let u be beautiful, let u be fat...
but can u feel what i feel when i see myself in the mirror...u might say, 'guilt n pride' thats pretty common dear...
but can u measure your guilt to my last ounce of flab..can u match your pride to my lock of hair!

can your measure of deep breathes soothe my measure of insecurities?? there's no yes here, is thr!

Yes u faced, u did face; what I have faced, in luv...
I fear not, I fear not at all; ask me all that u want to know,
Can words ever rob me of my ecstacy n gift it to u!
Would u grab what they had to offer, could u adorn it, could u possessively guard it, as i have !!

Every spark of fire has its own light, its own warmth, its own destiny.... It is truly unique!
Every drop of rain has its own wetness, its own freshness, its own journey... It is truly unique!

Your tears may be salted water...my tears are salted water...same proportion, same composition...
But Can I give mine to shed, to thee? ....
My tears understand solely the language of my heart, they gather and burst forth only for my heart :)

My solitude, my loneliness, my excitement, my passions.....my decisions, my life, my death..
I chose them, I chose each and every of them...Sometimes I chose not to choose them !
amongst your umpteen common solutions - i chose, i accepted, i lived it and i died for it!

I am not unique!! Am I not!?