Chained Freedom

wind in your hair
at 60 kph
you have been liberated
Breathe in the freedom

fear of total freedom
holds the captive back
only suffering to other
your breaking away can cause

questions there are unanswered
the answers promise eternal imprisonment
he who can spell your purpose
is he silent
has he said it all
and you never heard
capitulation at 60Kph is better
and not complete liberation

Vicious Cycle

you've drifted from the path
lost now, again
in the wilderness

joie de vivre

i am born wild brother

i am born wild

to roam this God's earth

and enjoy his creation

the vegetation and the meat

the mountains and the valleys

the oceans and the seas

the beaches and the plains

it has been willed to me

and to raise worship

that alone is my purpose

for that i live

if i like you

bury myself under needless thoughts

then the purpose of my existence

will be in vain

Home

desolate
killing the green
to lead life comfortably

caged in a prison
brick walls and bars this is home
there is a bed, a fan, a loo

comforts you think
you have been chained
emotion: the warden
jailers: the loved ones

no reprieve, no parole
the door's shut the day you are born
the only liberator, death

Mob Power

A stranger has dared enter
Our territory
A shout
There's strength in collective action

Noses flared
Eyes blazing

The cowardly individual
Has become a hero in the crowd

The outsider turns tail
Wisdom says, Run

The mob has lost capacity to think
A need for show of strength
After being battered life long
Cowed down by life

Mother

A forlorn look
Eyes Glazed
Aimlessly wandering
Confused

Breasts filled to the tip
With nourishing nectar

But who will gain
There are no takers
The life giving liquid
Has become a pain
Causing an ache
Her children but are no more