I long for. . .

Rushing those people
the traffic and some roads,
staking my life crossing those roads,
and again I rush, faster now
to reach in before nine
and work my mind, my heart, my soul
all that I've learned from past
looking at the computer from hours, maybe now.
I glanced outside the window
and saw two squirrels.
They play, they run and
catch each other, they talk,
they fight and love to jump
and then enjoy that beautiful sun.
How I wish I could be them,
to get off this office and have some fun.

I run on walls and trees and wires,
to find some food
escaping my friends, they find me then
and snatch that nut, my only food
from the day's hunt.
Questing for food then began,
coming now to the Olympic stands,
finding an athlete who runs like me.
How I wish, I run with passion to
earn my food, and live in an apartment.

Its last lap now,
and I need to concentrate.
So composing myself I run
to my fullest,
past the America, the English and Flemish now
leaving more and more countries behind.
Its half a second now and
I am running with Russia,
both of us are so adept,
but at last I was the best.
Winning the Olympic gold in hand,
I never thought I 'd have to paint this wall.
How I wish I'd have studied some more,
for I'd be working in an office for more.

Dream

The beaches so unclean
and minds of people,
my time whole day
was made so lethal.
I go out in evening
and see the sun, the trees, the mud
and wind of the season.

They give me nothing 
no work of worth,
no pay of worth,
but still I wish and 
long them my space.
A little time to live my dream,
a little time to live that dream.
A small one will do with me,
and give that happy sole its key.

Everyday

Everyday is same, as goes

and it has been so 

more than time I know.

In school I was and longed for life

and life is mine, now

but things have changed now.

I no longer like the air-conditioned office,

the bank balances and cars and bikes 

and more and more of pretentious people 

that come and go 

everyday.

I log for a day with my friends in school

who I play my heart in scorching sun,

the graceless clothes

and ruthless happiness and

in sweat, i loved 

the food of home.

I liked the time 

when my pockets dint matter,

leaves dint matter,

all the double standard 

people in suits dint matter

and dint matter the 

ever growing race to grow.

No one asked me before, 

I was given this life so lifeless 

with expectations of else.

I am asked of pay, of girls and house,

and I shake my head at every point.

These things will loose, 

the money and life, 

but, all that will stay with me 

is you.

Your witty mind, that funny time

the time I spent making that boat, in the 

class two of mine,

with a boy like me, 

and time I spent with my pet Ali

and time I spent learning,

integrating, as curves and lines 

formed hills and waves and 

then ducts were formed making holes

we could run into.

I remember this time was beautiful,

as I am again in office tomorrow.

The frontier

One quarter of the day has gone
and I am thinking what's coming beyond.
sitting plain in my place,
I think about those early days.
The time when I was small,
the time when I made up stalls.
playing with friends and making new ones,
every day and every evening,
friends for fun,
friends of friends, all came along as the days had swung.

And today,
when beating cold is hitting us bad,
we are fighting for a land.
A land of history, a land of passion.
A land where poets made new worlds,
a land where children played in those worlds.
this land it grew- people and religion
and apples and raisins,
and now it houses- terror
terror of categories,
terror of hearts.

We were waiting with our guns,
with us,
alert! all the time.
Our ears would hear every chirp
from the birds that came from Amsterdam
and yaks and sheep's from the mountain sides.
We relished the beauty
with every sound it made
and distracted us of our main aim.
This aim was dirty and did no good,
for me nor they and the mountains that stood.

So human we are, 
made so well,
from years of hard-work,
of nature to tell.
To make us feel that salt in cheese
and see that crystal with precise ease.

So cant we mend,
this land and minds
and learn their life,
strolling their streets.
And wishing so, from morning we stood,
in the same place
hoping no guns are heard,
in sometime here
and eventually disappear.

But, then again they came from back,
and left us blooded on wall of sacks.

Truth. . .

Ten years, but still...
I am waiting for this
the moment of life,
the time they realize.

I'd said them long
but, dint reply
and waiting so I am,
In my office,
in front of a virtual world
that shows me the way,
but, it was up to me
to follow or let go the truth,
I chose the truth.
As, if I had let it gone
I'd definitely grow
to see someone good,
someone they admire,
but, now they don't.
None of them,
the countrymen , family, friends none.

I keep asking my mistake
but no one replies,
nor human, the computer, or the god.
Because, i knew it...
this is the way it was
their's no good or bad,
nothing wrong or right to it,
just the truth.
Outside the closet.