Wednesday, November 6, 2013

The Metamorphosis Of A Malang

a dream that
died young
hope washed away
lyrical songs she
had sung .. the dreads
all gone for a short
while away from
the mound of desire
the garbage can
of dung..smokeless
sorrow dying lungs
on a noose of lost
illusions i was
fatalistically hung
as i swung
like a pendulum
zindagi se tang
now back into
my world of
urchins beggars
homeless
sufi monks ,,
my kind
with silence
as locks on
their tongues
what was
big bucks
hard earned
money back
to the sethiya
i flung

Main aaj bhi pheke hue paise nahi uthaataa
zindagi ka mod.. aur kayam hai jung

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