Severed from self
It is just
A selfless existence
Of this body
Made up of mere clay

Nomadic thoughts
Your mind loves to create
Untrodden paths
Your feet tend to walk
Unknown words
Your tongue slips to pronounce
Speak with care
You are not allowed
To say
What has not been told to you
Yet

My Love should be fearless
Then
Why all the time I have worries
Of my poor self
My pocket is crying for
The chocolates
My daughter loves to eat
My wife is building a new home
On the graveyard of my old dreams
My shoes have grown a little older too
Like the sadness in my mother’s eyes
I can replace my middle-aged lusterless shoes
With the young ones having a pristine shine
But what should I do
To rejuvenate the marks of happiness
In my mother’s lifeless eyes
And
In my life’s soulless existence

This life is nothing
But a wakeful dream
I was predisposed to live
Then
Why am I rebellious
To my default operating system
I keep on customizing
My intrinsic programming
With an artificial intelligence
Errors and bloopers
And what I get in the end
Is nothing but
A rootless existence


Nov 29,2008

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

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