Confessions of a Coward

Why is that looking into the-

Wide and open city so upsetting?

 I saw the bird,

She was looking amongst the buildings,

 A space that was hers

Or maybe the space-

 Her ancestors have told her,

 The folklores and many songs-

 Written on the very space.

She crossed mountains,

 Seas and barren lands

To see the city lights and

The many dreams she had.

She is not homesick,

She doesn’t even have a memory

Of her home-land

It is a long lost dream

 Which cannot be recollected.

She’s homeless.

Was she looking for a mirage

 In between the tall buildings -

‘They’ said where dreams prosper?

It’s a furnace,

The colours of fire she could see,

The shadow painted colours-

Orange, red and grey and

Still it required meaning?

I’m looking for it too!

I am scared of forgetting,

Old age and Alzheimers 

I’m a dreamer, a homeless hippie

But there is a root, a deep root

A scent, a strong scent and

A soul that is sometimes homesick.

I’m a coward, a bold faced, masked dancer

But there is no rhythm, no audience

It’s just silence, dull grey stillness!

These buildings scare me, where is it?

Where is my chariot?

I cannot follow the crowd

They have a home, a meaningful home

They like the cement, the black air

And bundles of printed paper.

They stamped me mad. Am i?

Maybe I am.

Hey bird, I’m not responsible-

For your destiny, look, look

Look at my hands, there is no blood

Look, look carefully, there is no stain

But I belong to the race, I belong to

The same age, the same world

That changed your fate!

I've no redemption from my sins!

I've no redemption from my sins!

Can we just redo the society? Can we just go back to the days we slept peacefully under one sky? Can we? Can we?