It surprised many to see how disconnected he had been, 
Eyes swinging wildly between black, white and green… 
Passionately jealous and overwhelmingly possessive, 
Periods of silence when he was broodingly pensive…


Bundle of rational contradictions & contradicting rationale, 
Spark threatening to ignite almost as if on an extended parole… 
Years of practiced calm and collectedness being under a rhetorical question, 
Tears – shockingly a balm – all hoarded through all the emotional inflation,


Not overwhelmed but hurting himself, 
Not overhelped when hurtling himself…


Wheels of faith broken by spokes of studied logic, 
Not to say that he wasn’t being plain nostalgic; 
Structure being almost chokingly effective and efficient, 
Far cry from the unadulterated joy of being brazenly nascent… 

Did it boil down to the fact that he had been studied but never been seen ? 
People who claimed they cared about him all along never had been ?
Chemists or scientists, engineers or inventors,
All merely different forms of dry pretenders...

Or was it the fact that in the larger scheme of things he was a mere particle; 
What would he be if not all alone – after all he was a free radicle…