Farmer From Fraternity

I am that subtle farmer from fraternity,

who unfortunately stepped on today.

The initial hand was approval,

Not much longer, I felt suffocating.

 

I, from there came mistakenly,

Must I belong here at all?

I, like those suffering crisis,

Am too taken dully by harsh stone sentiments.

 

This petty world of today it grows

On being enslaved to those robotic emotions.

Should you practice such dear world,

Call for tablet as such in stores.

 

I like them pour my heart on the street,

My ego being treated too roughly.

Nearly every time I pondered,

What defines rock bottom for such.

 

Sometimes I feel pity. On and off,

For you and for me;

You being such we hate,

I being such that’ll never escape.

 

Diseased! We’re trapped in this age of lust.

And I, I seek what the archaeologists look for,

Someone said last when they saw it was 1960s ,

Love, not today save it for poor babies.

 

Recovery

Last night I got in something disastrous,

Lamentably, I was hit hard by a storm.

All my belongings, all my work,

Drained with  the hardship wave.

I, I was calm yet restless,

I couldn’t understand the instantaneous wrath,

How merry things could be,

and yet in a moment, part of a storm.

 

Time is omniscient,

It waits for none,

I call it my systematic guard,

For he knows when.

 

And no, I wasn’t his exception,

My fairy tales had their time.

And no longer should the world wait,

For everything has its time.

 

It came out of nowhere,

And robbed my easy-go life.

Though I had a little presumption why,

something hasn’t been right in a while.

 

Minutes after it was gone,

Nothing, nothing ever stayed.

That merciless storm, it stole,

Made me broke in golden days.

 

Months after suffocation,

Literally agitated and hallucinated,

Today after seven full months,

I stand still, I recovered though.

 

And though past weeks were hard,

it all makes sense once mentally awake,

He who holds on to his possessions,

will never be remembered along.

 

Each day that went by,

I lived in fear with embarrassed truth,

I, being the part of this society,

Held on; my pride weighed enough.

 

How I curse the society that laughed,

disgraced me being broke.

None of them cared to know,

What went wrong, was it even at all, my fault?

 

And by my fate, I rose enough again,

Though not much than before,

I was obliged to my life to let me rise,

But do they ever get enough?

 

For me I am glad for everything,

And yes I was to fall for once.

I feel so alive; getting back up,

They wont understand and neither do I bother enough.

Oh Captain, My Captain

My undivided respect to dead poet society. Strange though such genre is rarely brought to attention and hence rarely made.

Shadow

DO NOT COPY.

RESPECT ORIGINALITY.

                                                      -insanets

Shadow is only obvious guide,

The dark, the honest, the better,

I don’t trust those who,

Look so obnoxious and pathetic,

And give me stare of utter respect.

 

I trust who?  I fear I don’t ,

Hate in the world and how may I wish to choose?

With people with so violent and vulgar perceptions,

Few more like me? I fear God,

And love shall banish.

 

And all this while in my mere significant failures of life,

Who did me aid; you, they or he?

No, please it was only me,

Me, and my shadow only stayed,

For my misery and my powerlessness,

Is why you ignore.

 

I hate you not when you love me.

But I do when it’s not true,

 I understand things too,

Did  you take me as a useless life for you?

 

But I don’t understand what  mess the world really is,

And may I tell you truth, haters only I might add to list.

You couldn’t listen truth anywhere,

And then ask me to play fair!

 

So, I leave you alone,

Get a long, long way ahead,

With my shadow here,

I am only as good with truth, with trust

As to my dear companion- beloved shadow.