The silver attire, the mighty collar, the black coat and the dark hat;
All the glances, all the looks, that they prevent, my heart,
My golden desire, even as if a destitute;
I never meant it, I never wanted it, all these to defend but I am there mute.
As if the city will fall to my feet and ask me for my meet;
Know I live in dreams not, for what its worth, neat.
Far from forgiveness and far from insanity;
Oh mighty thy, why you put me in such a reality?
‘Thy’ my imaginary appraisal, I blame ‘thy’ for chattering;
For I feel afraid and lonely, so I have ‘thy’ over me scattering,
Oh! How fearsome is this, that I am not scared to fall;
The wind here is severe and my mansion stands tall.
I am not afraid to roam and I am not afraid to live;
But the fear that makes me afraid is the figment of what I have to give,
“Didn’t I give all my bids, all that I cared, didn’t I lose?”
But this postulating movie has still more to muse.
“Am I in that movie; am I the star, the silver spoon and the jaguar?”
Yes I am the star, I am the crowd and I am that tough guar;
For I can outlive this scorching desert, though I can’t take the water;
Even I can’t drink the rain; I can pick the drops later.
I am thirsty and parched a little; in all these time a little brittle;
No I don’t moan but a vain that I might whittle;
To self destruction, insanity and remembering the bird,
Yes the bird, which can beak inside me as I heard.
Was that, insane, blind, betrayed, envied, arrogance so foolish?
Was that so or am I just being ghoulish?
