sartaj

Roots

To be bound by roots
As the prophecy lies
We all stand on ours
They give us base _as time flies
Each of us is a unique tree
Etched from marks of past
Some bear thorns, some flowers and some only leaves

To be tall or thick or fine
Its all a game of mind
Growth is as much as you like
And as many branches sketched in time

With all the leaves to flutter in air
Then abondned, here changes the season
Standing naked among millions
Dwelling strength to face the fears
Thunder, storm, darkness -all smears

Then dances the sunlight
With a company of so many birds
To chirp out their way into small litle buds
THEY GREW AGAIN
HEARTS BEAT AGAIN

And this time its banyan
Roots would stand without all they thought they would need
No soil no water
It still is stout , could lay a hundred seeds

Proliferation is endless
Its how much we want from life
Autums crossed would define
Or are we just a banyan in rhyme.

Green pastures under bare feet, Dillusions leading into defeat, When the sky gets clear to see the way, Deamons close the gate to my fate, Stretched long enough to clean the road, Leaves keep drying and falling along..

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We are drivers
Driving in the same circle everyday
Our asses are always on fire
This is quite a bumpy highway

We are the walking and talking encyclopedia
Of numbers
Why what when
How much is the outlay
Sir Sir ..Sir Sir.. Sirrr…??

Sweet and crisp orange marmalade
A bitter base, topped with chocolate flakes
We play all these roles in one time
Don’t say our talent is waste

What we learn, we take it with us
What we imply is what it makes of us
Doesn’t mean we buy veggies on nett or gross
But we have become much stronger
To face whatever we fear

There is nothing that can scare us like a RO delay
Fuck the marathon,
This is a crazy relay
Dream of monopoly but we end up playing chess
Whatever we do, we only run to fetch

It’s a warm hole feeding our needs                              
We are a very different breed
Wearing the ties of tweed
It’s amazing the kind of targets we meet

Lining up to meet the client
Do they see what they do with our mind?
All we are supposed to say is fine
Respect us, for we dig the gold mines

Slaves as they may think we are
But deep inside we know who we are
Balanced and outrageous, dignified and precious
Little babies rushed in fury, ice cold minced in brewery

Underlying and undying conviction
Are the lessons we have learnt
Whatever it may take, we always stand in front
We are loved and loathed, we face all the brunt
However, Diplomacy and lick my ass
Are requirements on which I don’t run

How about you my friend
Do you belong in this fraternity?
What all are you ready to extract?
How much are you ready to give up?
Answer yourself and rest in peace
Cos its Monday tomorrow again
And you exactly know how it’s gonna be..