In the middle of nowhere,
there is no map to follow,
only the sound of your breath
and the stretch of sky too wide to measure.
No signs,no fences-
just the hush of things not asking to be found.
You walk not to arrive,
but because stillness would mean forgetting
you are still alive.
......
In shadows of intelligence, a young man stood,
His mind ablaze, his spirit pure and good.
A brilliant flame, a flicker of creativity,
But society's pressure whispered for conformity.
With dreams of literature and arts so fine,
He yearned to let his creativity truly shine.
But the world, in its wisdom, had other plans,
Forcing the young man into law's demanding hands.
......
As the plush car screeched to a stop at the signal
She raised her tired, reluctant head and looked up
through the misty window pane to see the dimly lit window
of a room-
The room high up there-
Does the person living there have expectations too?
Is she greeted by a pair of smiling eyes as she returns after a tough day?
Does she nestle within the cradled warmth of sheltered, loving arms at night?
Expectations- that throttle you, strip you of your dreams:
Yet, each breath is an expectation…for love, for happiness
......
I never see the waves of grief coming
why would I
I’m not dead
yet
every now and then
I think about all the things
that have happened in my life,
everything I thought I was desensitized to,
and I am unbearably saddened
because what I went through
......
I can never be clever,
When I am ur lover,
With you wanting to be my master,
Whom I suspect to be a winger,
You encompass my life to be a thriller,
For people to Smule,
With a ban for smile,
A ban to be real me.
I decided to give cathedral thinking,
Longing for my Lochinvar,
......
In the middle of nowhere,
there is no map to follow,
only the sound of your breath
and the stretch of sky too wide to measure.
No signs,no fences-
just the hush of things not asking to be found.
You walk not to arrive,
but because stillness would mean forgetting
you are still alive.
......
I never see the waves of grief coming
why would I
I’m not dead
yet
every now and then
I think about all the things
that have happened in my life,
everything I thought I was desensitized to,
and I am unbearably saddened
because what I went through
......
In shadows of intelligence, a young man stood,
His mind ablaze, his spirit pure and good.
A brilliant flame, a flicker of creativity,
But society's pressure whispered for conformity.
With dreams of literature and arts so fine,
He yearned to let his creativity truly shine.
But the world, in its wisdom, had other plans,
Forcing the young man into law's demanding hands.
......
I
Like a blue sky
Spread out wide
Unscathed
Unshy
Accommodate
The bulky weight
The awkward shape
Of satellites
Commercial planes
......
They shake hands, and sign papers as I wait with baited breath. “We would be delighted to have such a promising young man.” My parents place their hands on my shoulder and a smile spreads across my face.
I was king of all jesters, when I took to the stage it was a performance that lingered In your heart. Truly special they called it, a wonder I was. The other students rushed to give their praises, and the teachers shook my hand referring all those seeking to shine my way. The audience always remembered me no matter how small the role I truly embraced what it was exactly meant to be. They stood clapping and raving
“ What a promising young man!” They cheered.
My eyes filled with stars, my skin never glowed so vibrantly, my hands were soft, and smooth to the touch. I kept my appearance in top condition; after all it was part of the job, and part of the dream.
My friends admired how fast I rose, as they all stumbled trying to find the path to their future I blazed forward on the trail I knew was meant for me with absolute. The students and faculty all spoke with that same certainty
“ if anyone can do it, I’m sure he will! There’s nothing that promising young man can’t do.”
......