Football soul

Oh! esteemed member of the rat race,
You run with a hundred others, like they do
It's no race anymore but a stampede,
Dare to defect, you'll be trampled and gone without a clue,
Choose, if you want to be tatter free,
Or be shredded for following your heart, your goal,
For the world treats the mediocre like king,
And kicks your likes around, oh! football soul.

Living your dream

I fell asleep and had a nightmare
Of my not being able to fall asleep
I fought sleeplessness, in a battle intense,
Lost and sat up, wide awake
I had lost the battle and my sleep
And was awake as I had dreamed a while ago
Tell me my friend, is this what they call
'Living your dream', yes or no?

An ode to cockroaches

Of what are you made?
Oh! cockroaches, what makes you so hardy
That more of you are born
From the few of you that are killed?

What do you eat to grow?
Oh! cockroaches, our food waste or detergent?
The more we dump on you, that which kill us,
The more you eat, grow, the more you breed

How? my dear cockroaches
You evade us, outlive us,
Do you know what we think in our own words?
Or, what we think, you learn through our food?

Cockroaches! I am baffled,
You grow on what we dump, build fortresses from our waste,
How is it? I am amazed more than anything else,
You know us more, than even we ourselves do..

Forsaken in dreamland too

why do i dream of
ones that are around
as gone away?
and why do i dream of
those that are gone,
as though around?
why, dreams too,
forsake some souls?
why, like life they too
deceive, why hound?