Blames, Names,
These random games
Closer vision
touching far off range
random cross-ways
becoming jewelry to be worn
around neck like rope
of a death foretold
You pick up a pebble
so ugly and mundane
but it gets its significance
coz you found it
in a new place
in some special frame
and you hold it dearse
you keep it in your closet
thinking of all the moments
it symbolizes
but the pebble, the empty shell
the dry leaf, the corroded button piece
are all special
coz you make them special
no one else gives them attention
for some that is rubbish
for some these things have no names
Its just you emotions attached to those things
and the places where you found them.
But the shell has some life inside
the leaf too has its own hidden side
inside shell lives a leach
ready to suck your blood
and turn you white as bleach
it stays hidden inside
can even become your tame leach at times
but let the right moment appear
and there you gonna see
leach and its true color
and that dry leaf too is not that innocent
you are a fool if you pity it for its dents
Leaf has lost its charm
its not made of palm
once fully dried
it will get rusted
it will blind your sight
Its pieces will be spread all over
filling your treasure box
full of rubble as rover
and how come that pebble be forgotton?
who knows of what it is potent
like it can carry disease of the road with it
or amidst your marbles it can get mixed
it can jam your drawers from working fine
aah! it can be thrown at others to make them blind
or who knows
guess the stones are impotent
They can only be possessed by some dark thoughts
spread like dried puddle around their
porous surface
pebbles of road are such things
like they are symbols of
useless anger
of frustrated wheels
and fragmented forgotten walls
they symbolize government's lack of duty
or nature's cruelty
they can be fragments of something to be made
but that something needs a lot of thrashing
and bulldozers to create
atleast one decent materialistic architecture
atleast one neat stable structure
but thats what it is in all
that tiny stone
you picked like doll
unwanted, undesired, kicked often, anger wired
the stone has all for you but the humanity you offer to it.
Written by - Surbhi Rohera
These random games
Closer vision
touching far off range
random cross-ways
becoming jewelry to be worn
around neck like rope
of a death foretold
You pick up a pebble
so ugly and mundane
but it gets its significance
coz you found it
in a new place
in some special frame
and you hold it dearse
you keep it in your closet
thinking of all the moments
it symbolizes
but the pebble, the empty shell
the dry leaf, the corroded button piece
are all special
coz you make them special
no one else gives them attention
for some that is rubbish
for some these things have no names
Its just you emotions attached to those things
and the places where you found them.
But the shell has some life inside
the leaf too has its own hidden side
inside shell lives a leach
ready to suck your blood
and turn you white as bleach
it stays hidden inside
can even become your tame leach at times
but let the right moment appear
and there you gonna see
leach and its true color
and that dry leaf too is not that innocent
you are a fool if you pity it for its dents
Leaf has lost its charm
its not made of palm
once fully dried
it will get rusted
it will blind your sight
Its pieces will be spread all over
filling your treasure box
full of rubble as rover
and how come that pebble be forgotton?
who knows of what it is potent
like it can carry disease of the road with it
or amidst your marbles it can get mixed
it can jam your drawers from working fine
aah! it can be thrown at others to make them blind
or who knows
guess the stones are impotent
They can only be possessed by some dark thoughts
spread like dried puddle around their
porous surface
pebbles of road are such things
like they are symbols of
useless anger
of frustrated wheels
and fragmented forgotten walls
they symbolize government's lack of duty
or nature's cruelty
they can be fragments of something to be made
but that something needs a lot of thrashing
and bulldozers to create
atleast one decent materialistic architecture
atleast one neat stable structure
but thats what it is in all
that tiny stone
you picked like doll
unwanted, undesired, kicked often, anger wired
the stone has all for you but the humanity you offer to it.
Written by - Surbhi Rohera
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