Beauty and the Unbeautiful

Going on the same road everyday 

Looking at the same things.

Same regular banal scenes

Dirty roads, dusty pavements.

Heaps of garbage, filled with litters.

My eyes wander in search of beauty,

but unable to find any. 

In such a miserable world,

my only solace is you,

The only beauty, only source of peace.

The calmness of my eyes, after witnessing

the savagery of the people. 

Remain same, my love, through all times,

inspire me and my incipient rhymes.

If I stand up and walk

So, what if I stand up and walk right now,

What's stopping me?

Am I a chained gladiator bound to fight and suffer,

And be a means of amusement to others?

Am I cursed to push a boulder

To the top of a mountain?

No, I am free, free as high flying falcon

Free as the king of the jungle 

Ready to rush on my own will.

I'll not sit here anymore,

Holding my head in my hands, sobbing.

I will not bother to think how I look,

In the thoughts of somebody.

So if I just stand up and walk

Nobody would stop me.

I just have to walk.