For a radiant future and other poems

"For a radiant future" and other poems

A Radiant future

It seems that the world has gone stopped

As everything around as if all but same

Same tunes yet different labels

Sold by stores here and there

It seems that despite all such progressions

The concerned sees its retardations

In a way people watch and enjoy trash

Profited by big entities like oligarchs and corporations

It seems that the world has gone stopped

And everything around likely to be degenerated

As the smoke from the once proud chimneys

Gone as these all fell silent

And the cogwheels that were once shiny with grease and oil

Hath gone gathering dust if not almost rusted

Turning the once tangible into memories

Whose fate is deemed to be forgotten

The glorious days of what we call past

Has been left in textbooks made by the so called present

But contrary to those profound aspirations

The reality is quite radically different 

For sure the future we want to see 

Is very far from what we idealise and expected

In a way instead of a proud hardworking populace

Isa a pleasure seeking mob degenerated

Sickening true indeed for the concerned hath seen

Translated into various quotes and realtalks people ought to hear

But for sure some ought to accept as most shun and escape

Trying to seek a future so fictional with years enough to make

The reality has made the world a continuing past

Especially having a generation whose escapism tries to make illusions tangible and long last

But behind the goodness of modern day life

Is a rottenness of a reality with all affected in its plight

True that we seek for a radiant future

Coming from the stories we love to read

Be it from fact or fiction

Trying to bridge it as we lead

Trying to create a tomorrow of wonders

If not creating a world whose love is just

Trying to break the chains

Be it repression or of lust

True that we seek for a radiant future

For the fact that reality's a continuing past

Trying to realise old aspirations

From a concerned present whose ideals ever last

As they revolt against the rotten world

No matter how it guised with steel

In the end trying break the door till open

And to redeem those who are forsaken

I seek for your help, my joy and delight

As we want to set the world on fire 

To show that their rottenness be end in our sight

As I feel your love 

It seems that your love keeps me warm
And perhaps feel no harm

In the middle of the cold night
Thank god there are no bugs who bite

As I made this long poem

While listening to Erasure in the frog grassed garden and alone

Amidst the whirring fan and starless skies

Seeking you through the pen to bring hope to this lonely I

If not a relief to a barren mind

Or rather say, unwind

The sound from the player perhaps lies the tunes of one's love
That as if sent from the spirits all from that nightly heavens above

Giving warmth to a cold heart of a suffering one
And perhaps easing the tremors, pains left undone

Same as the waxing moon that shown in an almost starless skies
Quite inspiring to a lonesome person such as I 

However, there is no music coming from I to reply

But instead through a paper, ink, quill to write with words to fly by
If not a pencil through a well-made sketchpad
Drawing figures of you, alongside the factories hope you understand

In fact, I don't know why am I inspired

Especially that I afforded to create such works some ought to admire

Be it from the past or from its continuing

It expresses thy love that through a revolution that hath been brewing

And thus I ask who brought me to inspire

What more that I feel a love a man ought to aspire:

is it from the dark sky with the glowing moon, the star,

Or the picture of the maiden who comes from afar?

My expression then is: Wow! Strange for as if like the sea waves gone stronger

Greater than the past of silence almost gone further