Kheech

In the wilderness of hope
red fruits of passion grow
sweetened juices of toil
quenching thirst of summer dreams.


Broad green leaves, canopy of friends
held firm with joys of maturing,
cherishing the little rain drops
cluttering over the dancing antelopes.


The birds dangle from branches
myriad creatures fluttering amok
like ideas sailing on blue waters
swift pristine walks.


Far from the fancy of doom
even from grotesque tomorrow and
the world of optimizations
where sun hides itself behind the sky
forgetting the old path to glory,ย 

In an attempt to invent in the regime of defined
like the bird that flew all day long
all but in a caged sky,
hanging in the center of plastered living room.

Yes
This is the end
Beautiful Friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end.

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5 thoughts on “Kheech

  1. that sums up everything ๐Ÿ˜€
    This one is the best:
    “In an attempt to invent in the regime of defined
    like the bird that flew all day long
    all but in a caged sky,
    hanging in the center of plastered living room”

    And this is not the end
    Beautiful Friend

  2. that sums up everything ๐Ÿ˜€
    This one is the best:
    “In an attempt to invent in the regime of defined
    like the bird that flew all day long
    all but in a caged sky,
    hanging in the center of plastered living room”

    And this is not the end
    Beautiful Friend

  3. hats off to the poet… really well written
    the last part almost plunged me into despair…again ๐Ÿ™‚
    i think i will remember this one for long

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