Conflict

Cold shudder, now and then,

Melancholic angst reign;

Thousand words to console

And swooshing heavy breaths,

Diving into the soul

To feel uncanny depths.

Confused and colonized,

Living a life biased

'Cause we are civilized.

Following their idea of dreams

Shutting ears from painful screams

To be a part of a race,

To save their face,

The ones who’ve betted on you.

Reality and dreams

Aching body wastes away on bed

From last night’s sleep

As it merges into the day ahead.

Dreams never let me get up,

My body clinging to them

Wishing for a magic final lap gallop.

They always said-“Dream, dream”

They didn’t tell me to wake up

And get behind the wheel.

The Leaf

Fallen leaves on the soiled ground,

I like the only one in green, with shreds of yellow spots;

‘Cause it’s green and stands out bright-

Immature it is- a misfit in the current lot.

As I stooped to pick it up,

A gust blew it away,

As all others stayed in place.

Am I dreaming?

Did it defy the laws of nature?

As if in intoxication, I kept chasing it,

Following like a mother separated from her baby,

Pausing to convince me- it’s illusive.

There are dreams I am chasing,

Which come with laws that are dissenting.

Am I dreaming or should I keep chasing?

Or am I following a leaf from the Bodhi Tree?