THIS IS ME

You don't just come along

Play me like a song

Take my naive self for a ride

Just to pump up your pride.

I am not the fiddle of your plans

Nor my threads you hold in your hands

You cant beat me on my own board

I am not that meed for you to hoard.

I may not be cut for your time

I may not be at my prime

I may be living in a fools paradise

But you better think twice...

Coz you don get to do me

I wouldn't just let bygones be.

I wouldn't snide at your back,

Keep your eyes open coz I will race the pack,

That's the way it goes...this is me

And you would regret if you ever messed with me!

Illusions

There was a talisman that gave its bearers the power to read minds. 
It then fell into the hands of a politician…..

“Your path has been destined, your steps chosen,

Your duty lies in healing the city, now and in every season.

You will have trials and hurdles plenty; tough decisions to make…

But you will protect your city, despite your life at stake.

And on this journey, I send you not alone

I give you my companion…no! it is not just a mere stone.

It has mighty powers, extending beyond the horizon,

It will help you herald the awaited dawn.

For it gives you the power to read minds

No matter what they hide, you will read all kinds

You will know the weak, from the strong

You will know the right, from the wrong

You will know the faithful who will lay down their lives

You will know the traitors who deserve only your knives.

But remember, it’s not the talisman that I give you

It is my trust too, for I know, justice you will do.

Use it for good; never once lose your way.

Never once will you forget, what I have had to say.

You are now ready for the world to show

To prosper your city in times high and low

Leap ahead and spread your wings

Because you are the one all have waited for…”

I sit in the woods, recalling those wise words

Looking up, I wish I could fly…like those free birds

At every step I had tried my best

But somehow I failed and I cannot rest

I look at the talisman, shining powerful and strong

No father! I know you could never be wrong.

I prided myself walking the street

Not a soul’s thoughts I could hear, I had to retreat.

Father, you did not lie to me I know

But it’s not the truth, to you I could show.

For I hear no one’s thoughts, I read no mind

I cannot know the difference between people of all kind

How do I look after my people, when I have no power?

Help me!! My questions need answers to shower.

I watch the flower, dreading the winds blow

In a minute, as bright as the sun, I watch it glow.

Did I really need a talisman for a mind to read?

Was it not just personifying my greed?

I walk along with people I know everyday

And in their eyes I read thoughts, before anything they do say.

Would my enemies be weaker, if I knew their thoughts?

They would come back again, stronger and with thicker plots.

NO. I need to be strong like the flower

Only then can I stand tall as the tower.

To be able to bend, to be able to break

Only with pain can a complete man make

I need to be just like them, to know them.

To know their joys, sorrows and pains,

To toil in the same dust, to be enriched by the same rains

To lead the city to a new future….

I need to be one of them.

The talisman laid buried deep...

The woods now had a secret to keep.