Travel to the place...

Travel to the place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.

Travel to the place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.

Travel to the place
Where we have silence,
Flower of fragrance,
And nature to admire.

Travel to the place
Where we can write,
Lines of rhyme,
At any time.

Travel to the place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.

Travel to the place
Where we can dance,
Sing at glance,
Bit of time to romance.

Travel to the place
Where we spread love,
Freedom to serve
And land to move.

Travel to the place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere.

Divyesh J. Shah

 

 

(Painting by William Hawkins)

Suburbia

Miming our pretentious airs,
we sit on plush and padded chairs-
Our faces clothed in wreaths of smiles,
our bodies in designer styles.
Muttering Dystopian curses,
our credit cards in Kate Spade purses
With thin ideals and narrow minds,
we go about our daily grinds.
Never knowing just outside our sphere
of useless thought and crippling fear
Life is lived with great rejoice
in simple ways and joyous voice.