I am a prisoner
of wars
the battles raging outside
of conflicting interests
bruised toes ‘n’ cataracts
The cacophony
of loudmouths
and long ceremonial
empty words
is still bearable
The fortunate ones
prince Siddhartha among them
are ignorant of pain
co-sufferers rest
of a video-sonic conquest
inside, full volume
The boom boom
of thoughts ‘n’ ideas
emotions, ambitions
and calculations
struggles ‘n’ compromises
is my personal
private war
Treacherous balancing
between the two
the precarious perch
breaks my spirit
kills my search
Is it really I?
I wonder sometimes
the brave ones
such as Gautam
understand that
in this struggle
for existence ‘n’ excellence
I am no better than
germs ‘n’ worms.
