DISILLUSIONMENT, TOWARDS REALITY...

For some certain reasons, MANAN CHAUDHARY, you inspired me to write this... :-)

Ah! Sweet illusions…

An illusion it was,

the world of bourgeoisie,

with its blinding glitters,

echoing trumpets,

in stately mansions.

A tomorrow, anticipated,

unfolded into the ghastly moment,

and the mask fell off.

He was disgusted, pained,

as soon as he could register

the blood soaked thorns.

Hopes, companions, life;

wasted, left behind,

all for this medley of pseudo-friends?

Free flowing Madeira,

A concoction of Cocaine –

It was never what he wanted,

what he toiled for!

Still he was forced

to burn (and drown!)

in what is considered a ‘prize’ –

only for the winners.

My friend! How I wish

I could help you see,

their parameters of freedom – so different –

Aphrodisiacs,

that arouse and take you to heavens,

only to throw you back, dizzy,

into the darkness.

I can see you stumble;

my hand reaches out,

but I won’t catch you,

because, once you fall,

bruise, and get up,

you will be where I am –

This cold castle,

mending its broken walls,

lighting the darkened nooks,

loving the poverty,

the half filled cups of mead,

and bread sans butter.

We, both,

were born in a home of love,

not a palace of ambitions,

with lullabies of caresses,

not the tinkling of currency,

This want is yet not as appalling

as the rich prospects

of a hollow soul!

Critique awaited! :-)