The Old School

So much,

Feels so less. Can't my

Life end here? It's hard to

Believe this truth,

I'm sad!

I can't leave, the

Place that was so

Love-ful to me.

Natural beauty, so beautiful!

Teachers as kind as parents,

Even more though!

The staff, so caring, as soft

As cotton! White and Kind.

Uncertain of what to say, 

everything seems so touching,

Yet too hard to believe. 

After these long years, I feel 

impossible to learn somewhere else.

I aren't able to convey,

all that I want to say.

Rather, I would cry in the deep

Sadness,

Happiness!

I regret,

Feel proud!

New school, but the same!

Life surrenders,

where I'm going to go,

The nature is tamed,

Crucial, clustered,

And all Structured!

Not peaceful,

As the previous one!

Quakes of Pride and Castes.

But, I don't know how Happiness

Inhabits here!

Tearing even more, 

Though torn, a

Place so unnatural,

I CAN"T BELIEVE!

I don't know how can,

Knowledge flow here!

I am migrating to a new school,

But the Same!

So arbitrary

So arbitrary

Yesterday, so kind

was I! A creation that

I sent him,

On the day of his birth!

So regretful

was I! Considered a friend.

So unfair would 

Would it turn out?

I didn't know!

Not that known was I,

Pranked, made fun of!

So what? Am I not a

classmate?

I respect,

Indeed nothing similar

Was the response. Enjoying,

all of them together!

Nope not me...

Well I feel like 

A dandelion in the time of

Formation of earth!

So different, Irony! Unexpected but 

Yet certainly happened! How come?

No respect for a fellow who travels tough

For him!

Unkind and Unfair!

Unkind and Unfair!

I am Silas,

these days.

With one judge and twice William.

I'm not an inhabitant of Lantern yard.

The Williams;

One lies, with no reason. 

No fumble to pronounce those evil lines.

No slam from my side. 

The next, 

Who completely threw;

his Garbage over me,

Also no fumble, 

As no proof with me.

The judge, 

reflected on an angle,

of this conspiracy,

wants to draw the lots.

Over my innocent side

Lays the disturbed personality of me.

So unkind, so unfair,

When originality distorts!

When known get unknown

And their ideation just revolts,

The true one seems uncertain and torn,

But remember when he will roar,

The world of the fake will just terminate!

BRANCHING APART - The Traveler Poet

Branching Apart

ONCE IN THE GARDEN,

2 FINE TREES, LAY THEMSELVES. DARK UNBLIND

WAS THE SHADE OF THE TREE, 

DRIED!

A PINCH OF SALT IN A GLASS

OF WATER, THE TREE WAS TO THE 

GARDEN! NASAL SCENT WAS VISUAL TO ME

FOR WHICH I RELAX.

THE CHURCH BELL RANG,

DANG, FOLLOWED BY A BANG!

THE TIME FLOWS,

ME FROM OTHERS.

SHRILL WINDS,

SORROW! AS

THE BRANCHES

PART, I FEEL SAME,

LIKE MY LIFE

IT'S ALL BROKEN

VANISHING

ALLUSE APART.

The grotesque Minds! - By the Traveler Poet

Stars-shining Thoughts,

Weird too! They say, but different psychology with - 

different minds. Deep inside the heart shows;

But the beauty is wage! (Totally different!)

--

Creation is different and can't be identical;

needs to differ from people to people,

and their vast mindsets!

--

Calm, furious; natural, uncanny!

All Combined -

But different.

--

Each view has its own globe;

Billion of contrasting worlds of Billions of people!

Deep in their thoughts they describe it!

Immense Amalgams!

--

- Traveler Poet