Once there was a boy called The Boy
Always thinking about a Rare Toy
Which is made out of an imaginary alloy
When used, makes your loved one’s decoy
The very concept multiplied The Boy’s joy
But the poor boy didn’t know the dangerous ploy
That the decoy stayed lively only for a while to enjoy
Which annoyed hell out of the poor little boy
Frustrated now, the boy decided to kill the stupid toy
Never realizing that his brain was the imaginary alloy
The life I am living is so dry and meaningless
That I am living it very thoughtless
Thinking about things which makes me numb
My brain don’t have anything else to pump
The air which is blowing in my way
I hope I get the answers from it as it sway
Time is passing by so fast
nothing but a rhythmic beat’s playing in my nest
A monotone called life asked me for motivation
I said, look for a forced inspiration
Recently I had a discussion with one of my good friends. It was nice talking to him for that long about many things after a long time. In the discussion he gave me a suggestion to look into a kind of writing called Free Writing. He told about it. And I went on and looked into wiki and understood what exactly does it mean. Free writing is a form in which you write continuously what your conscious brain is thinking. It represents what’s your state of mind is. It might sound simple but it takes hell lot of courage to write that way. You will be facing with many difficulties lack of vocabulary to express, lots of negative feelings being put on paper, not able to imagine a particular situation and lots of other things. I am not a person with great vocabulary and also I choose the topics and words carefully so that I don’t sound stupid. So I thought it would be interesting if I give it a try. I came across some things (read as people) and their stupidity and decided to put my words on paper. So what did I put? Its very stupid but I liked it. I guess you will see the stupidity.
My world is full of stupids
Stupids with stupidity rocketing sky high
And what am I doing
Seeing them, hating them, laughing at them, abusing them
I feel them so pointless
How useless their purpose is on this world?
How come world give birth to such beings?
They don’t even think who they are, what they are
Full of flesh and materialistic deeds
So when I say all these things
I realized that I did not think who I am
So who am I?
I am one among these stupids and that’s why this stupid poem happened
On a fine day, I had a great thought of dissecting my brain. Not physically but mentally to know what’s going on inside? Only to find that I am confused and in an illusion.
A curiosity to dissect my brain
To find out what caused this pain
No No, I want to restrain
Don’t want to be a part of this illusionary game
Want to burn my memories in the flame
They did nothing but left me pain
They are my precious thoughts, please don’t tame
Rather throw me into the burning flame
Such a shame, I am so lame
No link between the thoughts that came
This is first poem I have written and it is 4.5 years old. I came across it surprisingly and thought of sharing it here. Pardon my English, it sounds as if I did a true translation from my mother tongue to English.
Wishes , not being fulfilled
Dreams , not coming true
Goals, not able to achieve
Making me numb , turning me into a stone
Making me think , what should i do?
Making me sad , why should i live?
Making me think, of committing suicide
But lack of valiance………….
Saw a child working in a shop
seen him beating up by his owner
seen him being abused by heartless people
seen him working hard for food
Seen him always smiling and celebrating
Now, this moment I felt differently
Never before I was feeling different when I saw a child working
Is this called the HOPE I am seeing in his face?
My tears are washed away by that unknown power
Making me smile unknowingly
Then I realized , what is life about
Happyness is the eternal thing in life
and till it comes we have to have the Hope
I hope HOPE will never forget me…..
some day or other I will get what I want
until then………….I Hope………………..