what I am,
for there be or not,
I shall remain.
– (c) boringbug
Miles he has come,
Light years yet remain,
Filling the aware traveller with disdain.
Standing at the branches,
Is a luxury long gone,
All that is ahead,
Is the blank canvas of mourn.
The reciprocity of life,
The quid pro quo of the world,
And change are the three truths he accepts,
For he is free behind the lies.
The irony has not gone amiss,
Shining on the glaring billboards,
Asking you to be yourself,
With a deft recommendation
of a way to change self.
And yet behind the irony lies reality;
Be yourself if you happy,
Be yourself if you desirable,
Be yourself if you kindle envy.
He looks around and he sees people,
Taking the same route,
Each thinking they went off the beaten track,
Yet striving for the averages of society.
All moving with same hope but different goals,
Till a chasm opens,
Some fall, some stay,
But the crowd moves on.
With a mirthless smirk,
He begins to trudge,
Raising his hood to hide his grudge.
For the world belongs to the masses,
And the masses belong to the chase,
The cycle of a never-ending phase.
Finally he can scream,
he can scowl,
for he is free behind the covering cowl.
-by Tripper Baboon
TripperBaboon: Reads, criticises, eats, sleeps. He can found at tripperbaboon.wordpress.com
I expect to walk this walk,
for it will be now,
If therefore, if there can be,
any empathy, any struggle,
an act of joy
Or a ride full of pain,
a moment of kindness,
or a glimpse of success,
It shall be now or none,
for I expect to walk this walk,
but once. Continue reading
I walk this road,
with some dreams of mine,
some bestowed upon me.
चलता हूँ राहों पे
कुछ ख्वाब लिए,
कुछ ख़ास लिए .
– (c) Boringbug
वोह ज़िन्दगी ही क्या जो मझदार में ना हो,
वोह कश्ती ही क्या जो डगमगाये नहीं।
ज़िंदगी एक बर्फ़ की कश्ती की तरह ही तोह है,
जो पानी में चले तोह दूरी तय कर जाये,
ना चले तोह पिघल जाए।
हर कश्ती का भी अपना तजुर्बा होता है,
ज़िन्दगी सिर्फ तुफानो से घिरी हो ऐसा ज़रूरी नहीं।
– (c) Boringbug
I saw a creature,
hidden in the dark & brazen in light;
stomping at me & stepping on me,
laughing with me & walking with me,
supporting me & holding onto me.
No! It ain’t my shadow!
I saw this creature,
running with me & falling with me,
jumping on me & crouching on me,
following me with all its soul;
It’s still ain’t my shadow! Continue reading