aday’s blog

Hi,

it was supposed to be tough,

forget not the time,

alone on my journey,
i hath to walk.
leaving alone, them, whom i should have known,
but i understood not.
alone on my journey,
I hath to walk.

i have been disgraced,
been called misplaced;
in this social order,
an identity erased.
but I thus,
if trueth, i be
The hurt, pained not for long.
for i knew,
in this journey of mine-
alone, if must, i must walk.

aye, a decade it has been,
decade, or more
counting, helps not.
watching, kinds & brutes,
weeds n fruits,
green n dried,
watching them grow.
sun or not,
watched ‘em grow.

blessed i must say,
i have been.
to see them clouds an’ dust,
spread love an’ dreams.

i know, She shall provide,
if i persist, needed or not, She shall provide,
so i persist not.
alone on my journey,
thus I walk.

yet a need flares my being,
after victory or loss,
or a day of hurtin’
the need of a fellow heart,
a hand calming me down.
alone on this journey,
thus i walk.

i look at the skies,
searching for them eyes,
eyes that watch over me.

them who had no choice,
or chose otherwise,
i search for them,
like a bird,
awaiting light.

stranded among beings,
who have,
by will or otherwisie,
decided to fight among themselves,
i feel lonely, disjoint,
from reality.

a song for me,
a song for thee.
and there are a billion more.

some singing with voice,
some contributing with noise.
some not talking at all.

still each has a place,
it this rhyme.
the rhyme, we call
free life.

long it has been,
a long time, since i wrote,
a chapter in the book of mine.

lost interest, i guess,
interest in the life of a man
who did nothing else but whine.

good thing is,
of people lesser i complain.
for i am,
i too am
living life their style;
breathing-complaining,
earning-complaining,
drinking-complaining,
loosing-complaining.
complaining & complaining.

how i became, i wonder,
one among all,
another of them another of powerful’s dolls,
i understand not.

long it has been,
since i wrote,
another chapter in the books of mine.

it was me,
yes, it was me.
afraid of the strides, i took,
afraid of the world that would,
result from the acts of mine.

hard it becomes,
hard it is,
to go on, to grow on,
if you were blessed enough
to grow with a bronze tie.
easy it is to settle down,
to be droned around.

but light, light!
she leaves not,
i lie mad, but she agrees not.
i show her the door,
but she returns everytime,
mad, broken, tied,
i show her the devil inside,
she smiles.

ah, it is me,
she is me.
the me who cares,
cares of the man i am.

lord, i knoweth not,
thus i beg, be my guide.

i have never been,
as i still am not.
call me with no names,
for my faith has none,
and shall have not.

i fell,
still fall,
deep into the dark,
held, built and maintained
by me.

but the light still shines,
as it had,
when i kept the promise
promise i made to the land.

call me no names,
for i have none.