You and Me

I am not you, I am new
you would have seen this skin
but what about the sun which tanned it?
you would have seen this head
but what about the thoughts which it posses?
you would have seen these eyes
but what about the dreams which they see?
you would have seen these ears
but what about the words which they hear?
you would have seen this tounge
but what about the bitterness which it tastes?
you would have seen this belly
but what about the hunger which it witnesses?
you would have seen this back
but what about the backbone which keeps it upright?
you would have seen these arms
but what about the fate which they hold?
you would have seen these feet
but what about they path they walked?

you always had a world of your own
a world whose sophistication was the soul
the soul which vieled the real
the real was tormenting
it's nature was bitter
and so you decided to synthesize.
It's not that worse, they aggrandize
your interpretation became your reality
the reality which suited your psychology.
Turning you back to the world I live in
you bolstered your reality,
alas! your reality changed the world for you
but it could not change the reality
and for it to change, I have to be
the new and not you.

Digging the grave

I was digging my grave with a blunt shovel called fate
someone came to suggest, "It can be done after your death"
"Just want to give a hint to the lord", I answered
the man got puzzled "Hint??"
"Yes, he sent me here to get involved, he wanted me to aspire and to achieve",
"I tried a lot to imitate but never had a reason to pray for those induced-dreams to precipitate"
"The world here does not recognize the sublimate, everyone wants to substantiate."
The man said, "Aha! so it's your defeat, you are not able to assimilate it."
"Defeat?" I was flummoxed "HE sent me to live and not to compete."
"So you were not told, is what you want to say,
listen, if you are here, you must have something to do", said the man.
"Yes, but that can be done without the need to classify"
"why to keep on looking for your efforts to qualify?"
"Because it gives you a reason to try,
survival-of-the-fittest, and it is not me but Darwin, so please do not defy." the man retorted.
"Aspire to achieve and achieve to survive, it appears a vicious circle to me, sorry Darwin it is something I would not comply"
"Thanks man!, I have almost finished it"
"it's deep enough to accommodate the unfit"
"If you think it's defeat let it be, but all I want is to be set free."
"I hope God subscribes your view, Darwin and will wipe off my existence because of my incompetency"
"Oh! Lord, set me free from the labyrinth of dream and desire, just set me free."