Unsung Rhymes
written by: Sallon Lepcha
Life is like the grass on the other side
In between lies a pool of dirty water where swimming is obligatory
Living in the shallow, cross it if you want to believe.
The wind that blows towards the south will surely return to the north
Every language we learned to communicate is taking us apart
I am losing interest in sermons
I am losing memories of meanings
And it is only poetries I Love
Fences and trees, gates and bricks
Tell me a story
Those hands who laid the stone
Those waters which wanted to meet the ocean
But trapped in the ponds slowly losing hopes of survival
They yell my name but I am too ignorant
Every bullet that has been fired I find them meaningless
Just not to get hurt they make others suffer
Just like the unexpected monsoon breaking the petals
Losing my days I am becoming fragile too
And when there is thundering it is the noise that kills me
So please talk to me softly
When death comes I’ll be ready
Till then let me be me
‘Cause, in the end, everything has to perish
Like the wonders still undiscovered
Few will be buried with the secrets
Yesterday was all about making tomorrow
Catching up for things, I lost my value
And when I die secrets will be buried too
Pleased by looking at my own history
Everything is changing rapidly
Carrying dreams with open eyes I am travelling without a destiny
Every word I come across I find them new
Paths I follow are narrow and the streets confuse
Destroying ourselves and creating A.I
Whom should I believe and why?
I turn up to the sky and find everything blue
Nothing had been worse than my thoughts
In the darkness, they take a form
The only thing I could think of was you
Then the shadow turned into a nightmare
Telling me this is where love turns a man into a poet
I am not born out of it though
Like the poppies blooming in the field
Rather I was raised by a man who doesn’t exist anymore
Like the movies, I wanted to be a superhero
Protagonist, where would is just a show
I am losing interests in the existence
Destined to stop one day soon or late
We have lost many, gained many
When time, the master of the illusion decides
It doesn’t follow racism while taking lives
From dust, we rose bore the human thorns
Pricking each other we continue to grow
Society always gave us the way to betray ourselves
Status & luxuries replaced the basics
How can I forget how much I wanted to live
But my nest was made of weeds
I was left with un-grown wings
Flying and smashing myself guess this is learning
I am surviving just like others
But with few miseries
What can be the replacement for my tragedy
Even the water that flows contains the unseen colour in it
Scared of the chaos that lives in me
Nothing seems to go off easily
How should I decide which path to ride
All seem to lead me nowhere
Though I tried, dusty and rocky
Plains and mountains, when the sun hides
I see myself standing against it everywhere
Everything that starts has got an end
Yet we always see grass greener on the other side.
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