HOPE

The city tells the heart to be pragmatic.

The mind wants to catch the sky.

The reality gets jeopardised

In the crowd of neon lights.

The mind holds the imaginations

That occurred due to the past.

The great apathy bears no fruit.

The dreams become dusty rust.

You and I never walked

A single mile with the dreams.

The lonely soul has even now

Lost the ability to become keen.

For a long time the mind had illusions

That pushed it through the words.

But it seems the jungle of words

Has lost the ability to push forward.

For a long time the river's been flowing

From the north to the south.

For a long time the soul's not found

A suitable word for the mouth.

The ups and downs, the struggles

May or may not bring fruits.

The lost sky may not return

With a glow of new offshoots.

The mind has become tired.

The soul is looking for peace.

But the time is not happy to spread

The meaningless dirty bliss.

The clouds in the sky are grey.

The green has lost its colour.

The mind bears random words.

Life just does not care.

The toxicity is all around.

The people have become too busy.

The beggars have hungry times.

The city is too noisy.

The mind knows by now

That it has only words.

The soul knows by now

That it cannot move backward.

The new sometimes flickers out there.

The mind feels happy for a moment.

But it now realises that

Dreams have lost the scent.

Words, words, words and words -

All around they surround.

The mind for a moment again

Tries to move hopebound.

The flame that still flickers

Somewhere under the pile of ashes.-

The hope for a second pushes

To discover it at all the places.

One day the words will for sure become ornaments.

One day there will be real colourful happy moments.