Singular Times

Someone told me the other day I was popular,
Which made me sit down and wonder,
Why then was everything i did,
Always in the singular?

I see my friends,
All doing stuff in groups,
And I query myself,
Where is my troupe?

Standards 5th to 10th were nice,
Groups I was in by choice,
School was a good time,
I was always in a circle rather than a line.

Then came the time of the boards,
People studied tons to get on the board,
Me being my own lazy self,
Messed up in the final test.

That act separated me from my peers of long time,
And put me in a new place ,
The only saving grace of mine,
Was that I got the stream of my taste.

As time went on,
I grew fond of this place,
Science and beyond,
I was taking to it with good grace.

As the two years closed their lid,
No group was I in particular,
Why was everything i did,
Always in the singular?

The 12th boards were history,
Engineering dished out more mates,
Some on a completely different trajectory,
Some with similar tastes.

As these four years closed their lid,
No synergy did I achieve in particular,
Why was everything i did,
Always in the singular?

Graduation brought me a new world,
A world of an office, a salary and a cellphone,
Lucky Me, I was told,
That my office was my second home.

As these three years closed their lid,
I had not achieved anything spectacular,
Why, i say, was everything i did,
Always in the singular?

And so started my MBA reform,
The business suits, the case studies and the works,
New bonds i managed to form,
With all those aspiring to be young turks.

I learned my way through,
And had my fun on the way,
All the effort paid off,
When i got anchored on the first placement day.

As these two years closed their lid,
Made me realise that maybe my thinking was in error,
Why did I say everything i did,
Was always in the singular?

Its been 18 months since I reset my time,
And my network is on the incline,
Definitely back are the good times,
I am again in a circle, rather than a line.

The Cosine Line....

We started of at one,
When I thought we could be one,
And just when i thought you were mine,
The cosine line started to decline.

The times just got rough,
And the line soon hit the trough,
I was lying down in the dump,
I was taken to be a chump.

Then came the time of the rise,
And strong became our ties,
I was convinced were an angel from above,
I knew I was in love.

Our love blossomed,
My life just seemed awesome,
I had stopped looking at all the rest,
The cosine line had just hit the crest.

All that goes up must come down,
Soon my smile turned to a frown,
As the distance between us increased,
I could feel your love for me start to cease.

You became secretive,
And the talk times lessened,
The decline continued,
As the cosine line lengthened.

Soon the calls stopped,
And so did the sweet nothings,
My significance in your life,
Had ground to a nothing.

For you, meeting me had become a formality,
The last month had brought me back to reality,
I had no idea what your problem was all about,
I turns out for you,
I was nothing but an insignificant lout.

So ended the 18 months of romance,
I had been given my chance,
I think i had done alright,
But obviously i wasn't too bright.

We separated cause you thought i was pushing,
And things we were into rushing,
I initially agreed to that line of thought,
Until 8 months later....

You tied the nuptial knot.

More convinced I couldn't be,
You were completely out of line,
The cosine line,
Had completed its final decline.