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, 

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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Innate Inert Turmoils: IIT

Very often we forget the essence of our existence and the society makes us believe in nobody’s dreams. Very often we don’t know the reason of the race we are in and are sold ideas that lead to happiness, as if it is a thing that can be achieved. Very often our own pride is cause of our downfall especially when we are being constantly fed with a stream proclaiming our excellence.

Down the aisle near the Jatrophas
Lies the valley of chosen
Where the dream lives
Of a future all so bright.
So sacred is its might
Flames the nation’s pride
Or so it seems from outside!

I wander like a novice knight
Dismayed, Disarrayed, Disillusioned
Dissolved in the divinity of depressed
Fretting about a future, that only past decides
Profane in my existence, burdened
By my own hubris I have become
A big black stone from inside!

The wide smile bursting into euphoria
Little rag picker found wealth in bin
Knights had left him a parting gift
He would live a day more, I was sure
Dream cannot be contained in valley after all
For future is tomorrow and the day after.

Illiterate, who dreams of today?
The walls of preached presumed
Sanity is in bank accounts after all.
In the marathon, blindness consumed the compass
The race is on, the dream is strong.

The pitstop wasn’t be very long
Directionless, I would still catch on.