Unmindful Aspiration

A Poem by Manoj Kumar

Me trying to see my friend as a successful writer.

We were on our knees then,
We had played with the same toys.
We had grown up a little,
We flirted the same girl

We then turned more mature.
A dream of my friend
To conquer the world of poetry.
A goal of mine
To be on his side in his conquest.

I donot like to be his shadow,
Cunning shadow it is
Disappears in the dark and reappears when everything's fine.

I would be still thinking of his ambition when he falls asleep.
My goodness..!
He's no less
He doesn't let his ambition leave his side even in his sleep.

A million words,
Profusion of literature,
And many outpouring thoughts, roaming endlessly in our minds.

For few of them
It's hard to find a way out to the world
While few others
Are ready to show a way out to the world

These coerced us to
shape the lurking words in mind
to black and white.

Lifeless motivation, on the periphery and in crux were the words,
" It's not your cup of tea".
"All that u r thinking is good to see in movies, it isn't really possible".

A Couple of heavy minds
fighting against
close yet pessimistic
utterances.
Love, lust or life
Excuse is given to none.

All that he got is the pen-name
The Anonymous Writer.
And we wished our writings turn onymous.