I guess its hard to embrace
The simple character of frailties of oneself
And in a topsy-turvy world –
A world of impeccable turmoil
The stiff drink offers refuge
It not only paves the road but puts the red carpet
Because you are the VIP.
Who is to blame except the world
That did not leave a place for weirdos like you
And then, beaten by the rains,
He soaked and shivered in the leaking hut,
Wondering about the hapless life’s wanders
Effective, as the rolling stones, downhill
In his unbearably wakeful hours
He searches his lost soul among the debris,
And wades through the rubble for things that
once held impeccable usefulness,
and because none was forthcoming,
he invents value – life goes on as it must
perhaps there is wisdom in letting it be
Every morning, very early,
Amiano waits at the train station,
He waits for a train that never comes.
Amiano knows this but does not care,
Instead, he fidgets at his phone,
and posts angst-ridden posts online,
The train derailed along time ago,
Amiano knows this but does not care
He wants to, but dares not,
because that is how he has always reached his destination
He has more than a decade of experience
and still plays the same old songs at the train station,
Amiano knows it is a fool’s game
He does not care, because it is a game he has mastered
He loves to think that the world is unfair,
that it is against people with well-intentioned dreams,
So he waits for his train,
where non dares venture
the words float,
up above,
crawls underneath,
the crevices of my
overworked brain
yet nothing concrete forms
the words are elusive
there is a clog in the brain
that holds back the words
that have not been written in months
