Strider

The strider rides a stallion and wields shotguns,
would you be surprised he was a toddler once?
He was ten when he got boots and heat blisters,
His father died, he had to tend to three sisters.

He had fought for four years in that societal battle,
Dreams of mustangs, he woke up to herd cattle.
He once walked a long walk, to the land of Kansas,
not knowing he would never come back to Texas.

On the way, he was lynched by a herd of farmers,
His cattle were killed, he was saved by charmers.
They were all behind him, caressing as he fluttered,
Rape is the word he was looking for, never uttered.

One night in rain, he ran away on his wobbly feet,
driven by hunger, he started to rob and cheat.
He then ate his full and carried notes in cloth bags,
For sisters beautiful, oh those hallucinating hags!

He hoarded riches and carried pistols, gunslinger,
Neither his fate nor his riches did for long, linger.
He was attacked and robbed, stabbed with a knife.
He started to work for a rich farmer, thriving for life.

He gained health, built muscle and wooed women,
One night, he slept well and raced away to heaven.
No one knew why, or how the life took toll on him,
For he too was a reaper of life, though not so grim.

That night, a lady wept somewhere, "Honey! Honey!!"
He was never sweet to her, just wild, what an irony!!!


PS: Thoughts on how people who have successfully accomplished big big things and milestones fall and breakdown to relatively tiny problems.

Loner

I'm here to freely express, I don't break I just strain,
My life is a lot of stress, but I'm the kid who trains.

Believe me all you peeps, I'm not letting my beans spill,
I work when all world sleeps, no no, I don't take pills.

I dream I plan I strive, I put my everything at stake,
Despite odds I often thrive, for I give all that it takes.

I have a peculiar issue, a few tricks up my sleeve,
I can take my own tissue, I wish everyone leaves.

Call me a loner for I am one, I'm also the one with skill.
All my battles I have won, a ranger counting his kills.

You see me, a sheepish grin, waiting for a swing.
I'll run eternally from this ring, like I have the wings.

I've come a long way forlorn, ahead too are such miles.
As a loner was I born, if I die alone, wouldn't I smile?

The Average Human

This is a mad place, we run a freaked out rat race,
Gone is that grace, everyone now wants a space,
Space in the wall, of the eternal greatness hall,
Best human of all, remembered ever after we fall.

We fell deep down, hells where we fight for a crown,
Ignorantly drown, and die and live in that brown.
Browned by fire, seeking to be unique on the pyre,
Stringing our lyre, walking drunk in our illusory mire.

Measuring our biceps, tracking and counting steps,
Shooting our preps, shouting out about our streps,
Going far for pics, on our way back, making picks,
Walking by sticks, deep verses on how the dog licks.

In our mad hall, is one average human who does all,
Covers every stall, dreams and actions both small.
Who's really different, we all row the same current?
Unique is indifferent, and all of us, well, recurrent.

You all fail, the average human will now set sail,
Lots of mail, all read "the average human, Hail!!!"

Introverted

Many known faces, we stand alone in the tram,
Wanting to be famous, in the deserts of Instagram.
We aren't travelling, but keep on clocking miles,
Future is unravelling, see the scars under our smiles.

Our laughs and wails, you'd truly hear us in the bar,
drinking cocktails, as we wish for a wishing star.
We shoot and snap, memories we regret tomorrow,
We wouldn't swap, an empty nothing for our sorrow.

We do take stress, our hearts might look like steel,

We don't express, but deep inside, we still feel.
Tend to refrain, from showing out love or pain,
Stress and strain, that we might get hurt again.

Look around you, my dearest fathers and mothers,
Are they in view? Those seeking attention of others?
Am I wrong, to be silently subdued in a deadly calm?
Am I strong, to be giving myself the attention alm?

You attention freaks, we like to just go with the flow,
The silence speaks, nothing to say, no wind to blow.

Why not?

There's a tree that provides shade, 

We try to help it with a spade,
It bears fruit and helps skies rain, 

to suffice our hunger and pain,
A day shall come when it will fall, 

we will make a statue tall,
Why not let it bloom and blossom, 

when we know that it's awesome?

There's a dog that wags its tail, 

maybe step on it or put a pail,
He shall nag and moan and cry, 

but he will never bark at you "why?"
A day shall come when he will die, 

will you mourn or just let a sigh?
Why not let him know that he's loved, 

when he barked at the crowd?

There's a cloud that brings us waters, 

to keep alive our sons and daughters,
Would we sing and ask it to go, 

set our sails and into oceans row?
A day shall come, lands are all desert, 

will you just end with the dessert?
Why not let the rain soak and sink, 

we are the planet blue, not pink.

Hear them tree and dog and cloud, 

rustle and bark and thunder loud,
God is in life of every form, 

God is the sun and God is the storm.
Wake up from the illusory dream, 

before the futures shout and scream,
Why not we live by letting life live, 

when it's all we got that we can give?

Pigeons and owls

Pigeons flap to stay safe as they land,
Owls glide and fly and sit and stand.

Pigeons peck at grains all day long,
Owls hunt at night with talons strong.

Ps race all day carrying gossip around.
Os are wise, they do not make a sound.

Ps are spotted at every corner and nook,
Os live in solitude, you'll have to look.

All Ps ever did was return to the master,
But Os could stay away from the plaster.

The problem is that Ps are growing today,
And Os are walking the extinction way.

We all belong to the family of humans, like birds,
Will we learn the lessons beyond these words?

Desolate

Of what use is it to have lived a life, 

if my past can't help my present?
What's the use of all this strife, 

if it can't make my future pleasant?

Why do you want to change me, 

are you not strong enough?
Why should I be who you want me to be, 

when I'm made of different stuff.

"Love them as they are" they said, 

I doubt if we knew what it meant.
Must've been like things we heard, 

the truth forces had it bent.

What you like in me today, 

you may loathe tomorrow,
why be so excited about being gay, 

every joy shall become a sorrow.

I learnt to be a chameleon once, 

but now I feel I'm so old.
I miss those early morning long runs, 

I miss being brave and bold.

The chameleon landed on a television screen, 

people were looking,
too many hues of blue, red and green, 

the blood started cooking. 

"Less lies leave less stress" they said, 

I doubt if they had put it to test.
My hair continues to shred, 

I still dream of the wild wild West.

The world taught me to change or to lie, 

and ease the pain,
now I stand with them balanced on a tie, 

am I the knot? What's this strain?

I doubt if friends would have made me feel light,
oh wait I'm sure they'd have hugged me tight.
I'm hugging my pillows and blankets tonight,
no friend to be heard of, not one in sight.

Hurt

He's a bloody animal living inside,
Residing in my heart, feeding on my pride.
He made me cry till my eyes dried,
My past is his spear, my memory his ride.

He's a bastard child of a relation,
The relation fell apart, he had no cessation.
He waved at me at every station,
I waved back in fear, travelling to damnation.

He's a cousin of guests infinite,
They all played dart, and left at late night.
He can't tell if it's dark or bright,
Long lived my blind dear, he knew no flight.

It was a tear that lost its way,
Forgot where to start, into blood did it sway.
He thought it was just a prey,
Then red turned clear, he melted away, like clay.

Surprised were many who always did pry,
All they got to hear was "Real men do cry".

Perspective

What has changed?

We are the hunters hunting to eat,
Not with claws slashing the meat,
Not with leaves beneath our feet,
But with words amicable and sweet,
In concrete jungles or on the street,
Gambling in a tangible trick or treat.

What's in a name?

We have heard the same tale before,
Once as a recital in the old folklore,
Read it as a blurb at the bookstore,
Only once does it appeal to us more,
When we see it as our life's metaphor,
Learn from it some lessons encore.

Joys and sorrows?

Is it a joy to travel around? Ask the chauffeur.
Do you dream to be loved? Ah! The poor star.
Is it a disgrace to be begging? There's the lover.
Do you regret doing a job? That homeless beggar.
What's everyone's joy? What's their sorrow?
What I love today, I might hate tomorrow.