It is more than a week since I updated this. Life is great, at some points in happiness I thank God and other times in desperation I plead to him for help. The mix up sometime is not balanced still I love every moment of it. I some how got the ability to see life from different directions so when things go wrong I know to back off and shut myself down. There are a lot of things I want to say, but those are things I should not speak about. But there is an outlet through which it comes…. My poetry. Read this poem and try to get it. The right of it and the wrong of it. The good gestures and the mistakes. The kindness and the cruelty. Still, every morning amazes me in a new way., the greatest blessing I know I got from God.
The traffic always brings down the busy,
Who otherwise know no patience,
One after the other in obedience they move,
Through the wide roads, filled with locomotives.
The big city in this never ending rush never slept,
Laid for the best, worst and the dirtiest,
Footsteps and tire marks, skyscrapers and cardboard boxes,
Oh’ the wilderness of the man made jungle,
Wilder than what nature ever grown.
The dust and smoke filled the air,
Still the smoker smoked mercilessly,
The soul of the city for rain yearned,
But souls in air-cooled rooms prostituted.
Wounds of yesterdays and today,
They never healed as uncared they all remained,
But the material man covered them with polyester ideas,
But deep down the soul of this wonderful city, wept.
The playful hooligan drawn graffiti wherever he can,
The disciplined one kept his head down and walked,
The untiring immigrant watched his dream fade away,
The scrupulous and lusty man laughed yet another day,
But when days and nights he don’t remember,
And forgets yet another time,
Fate awaits holding the last laugh deep in the soul,
Right before one touches dust, fate will laugh,
That’s when one knows beneath the big city one see, lay,
The very dust from which one was created and where one returns.
Oh’ one more evening walk for me, a late one than usual,
I walked through the alleys familiar,
The scavenger rats and the waiting owls,
The cleaned up streets and filled up trash cans,
Everything takes a personality and give me a look,
With a smile I walked to a junction unknown,
Where many streets in a circle meet,
Then I looked back at the ways I came,
The scarred city lay way back but darkness everywhere crept,
The hooligan, the disciplined one, the immigrant, the lusty man,
Oh’ none can be seen but lights that shown me a way.