city of dreams

City of Dreams

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Welcome to the City of Dreams

All full of nightmares, daydreams, and schemes

Whatever you dream; it’s a wonderful theme

Whenever you want; you’re always the king

 

Lie down and sleep your pain away

Forget your past, forget the day

Here the only toil is play

It’s easy to come here, there’s many a way

 

Become the hero you wanted to be

Without actually being what you see

In this world only, can you be free

Stay with us, is our only plea

 

Be rich, be naughty

Be powerful, be haughty

Live in this dream, decaying body

No one will care if you’re a bit dotty

 

It’ll be too late, when you finally know

You’re not in control; was only a show

So just sit back, and go with the flow

While we take you to an all-time low

 

Down the rabbit hole

                Into the earth

                       Shadows will blind you

                                Now what was this worth?

                                                           Life is so fleeting

                                                                  Death is now eating

                                                                                    Living and dying

                                                                                             Laughing while crying

 

 

Fall into madness

    Can’t tell the difference

Between night and day

               Between real and fake

Between right and wrong

                       Between sky and cake

There is no difference

                                       Only existence

Nothing to do

 

 

But dream

 

 

 

The City of Dreams…

 

Welcome to The City of Dreams…”

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City of Paupers!

You name it ‘the city of dreams’, I m alien to this city
Such an enigmatic crowd, paupers full of versatility

This isn’t an account on beggars, I m not here to preach
Just amazed how varied ways of begging are adopted by each

Some pinch their infants and make those innocent souls weep
Some victim to physical violence, those wounds so deep

With messed up hair, gloomy look and a torn soiled sari
She would skillfully mint money from every new Ferrari

Some charming kids dancing on the beats of hit Bollywood numbers
Some play instruments listening to which every mind slumbers

Some holy angels shower their blessings on you
Some question your humanity, humans are left so few

And paupers like you and me, fall prey to their plead
Lending just a rupee, to our poverty that won’t lead

With these poor sentiments, we paupers are born
A rupee leads to another and the show goes on…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

On my way to work everyday, I come across beggars of various kinds... and i don't understand whether I should pity them or be careless
Here's a poem describing the same