Many perspectives of innocence,
a leaf that flew away.
अनेक पहलु नाज़ीज़ के,
एक पत्ता जो उड़ चला|
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 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