Numbness of sound

-----[this poetry is the depiction of today's youth in me.(the fair share of trend and bit of 'ME')]


Numbness of sound,
Into the wilderness of youth.
Life without cause,
Euphoria,self-control without a tut.
Who would have predicted?
The banal sequence of life,the land squatted.
The brief abridgement,
Sensitivity at stake,
Me the benignant!
                       
                                          ----RUSHIKESH {elrussa}----

LEAVES OF HOPE

.......these lines came to me when i saw a man and his chances leading him to nowhere.....
......i won't reveal his name.but he's my good friend......





what pours out as simple hope
is nothing but juvenile effort to cope,
cope the life's resentment of reality 
where dreams march on to futility.



                                ---RUSHIKESH {elrussa}---

FROM SWEET MEMORY TO PERHAPS

And what has become of it,

in past ,of the quartz ,so ritz.

counts off in galore,

drifted away off-shore.

incandescent light of single substance

to the sun's and moon's distance.

harmony is yet,what i find here

nothing has riveted me so much,not even riviera

my town and my past years.

sweeter are the memories which grow older

a capella of love and being together,

and would abdicate for this cherished wonder,

a pond of variants,on note,not even a blunder.

beautiful faces,innocent souls,

smooth relations in turbulent swirls.

why does time abnegate these pleasures?

perhaps.a perception of life?

perhaps,the semantics we follow?

perhaps,the inception of change?

perhaps,an illusion,a bubble,a stereotype life?

                                               ------RUSHIKESH ..[elrussa]---