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A Boy Who Touched The Sky

sand and mud splattered on his dud he watches his shoes sinking deeper in pool a stone  at sight he doesn't want  to fight but that seems the only way to keep him cool he thrashes and there goes the stool flying through the sky a story to boast about as birds don't lie the crying soul went dashing  through the door calling foul roaring back  comes a clutter for a boy  the success matters so he gathers his wet shoes and tries to adjust the  stance forgetting the simple fact of he didn't  stand a chance and with a dance or two he runs like a fool towards the old school  with the thought  of ghosts playing dust off while his feet had started to give up rolling  over the grass bed his breath wide spread  a dragon cloud soaring high flew right amidst the floating sky the bird waved him slight  flying to go out of sight he had lost and found his try  beyond the mighty sky while fresh droplets  felt on his face  ended up the chase  rain had  made the dragon cloud to surrender a dr
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What We Live For ?

I am worried

Don't be

You don't see

What I do

I see it

But tend to ignore

Why do you do that?

Because I don't want to know

That we are walking towards hollow 

We are following shadows

We are marking empty spaces

We are tracking invisible footmarks

What are you talking about?

Again I don't want to know

So even though I know, I don't

Doesn't it bother you?

It does, but I choose the other one without bother

While one calms down

I become the clown

While one is out of town

I wear the crown and sit on a throne

Made of plastic stone

These riddles are making me sick

That was the plan and now it did the trick

So which one should I pick ?

You know you think too much

There is nothing called choice as such

A mother doesn't pick her kids

A farmer doesn't pick the land

An animal doesn't pick it's dwelling

An orphan doesn't get to pick it's parents

There is a simple equation

You do the things that bring emotions

You do the things that let go frustrations

You do the things that you are meant to do

Being as simple as sitting and saying nothing

Watching a game that your team is loosing

Rooting for a kid that's rising and falling

The sun does that too

The moon follows along

There is nothing right and wrong

Even criminals love to sing a song

Jails have humans that haven't been able to process anger

Whales eat animals that they don't even know suffices their hunger

What's your point ?

I don't know, and I don't want to know

If you are going for that play

Let me dress up

If you make your mind not to

Let me dress down and sit on the couch

And drink a bit

Wink a bit

And doze off ...

It's been a long conversation

Let's practice silent communication

Let's practice spontaneous artwork 

Let's practice speaking our hearts out

Let's practice treating everyone equal

Let's practice going out on streets and greeting everyone

You need to stop..

Okay I will

But I know you got the message

Well, all I know that this is a passage

Where we travel to go beyond

What we live for in it's entirety 

Is not to lose ourselves in this tornado

Of reality...

*pic courtesy - Pinterest Artist Jamie Heiden
https://www.flickr.com/photos/jamieheiden/45879886171/in/photostream

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