Hypocrite

Standing on the shoulders 

Of many a giant and humble,

I know not I am vain,

Till I stagger and stumble;

Reading the books of the wise,

Listening to what they say,

I admit not my ignorance,

Treading  on what they paved 

I feel it's all my way.

Enjoying freedom and  peace,

Thanks to many martyred a hero,

I regret not, being useless,

I am nothing, I give nothing,

But arrogance and sorrow.

Living on the brightest ideas, 

Of those who have tried and toiled,

I acknowledge not they aren't mine,

I tell no one one I am crook and spoiled.

Yes, I am such a hypocrite, 

So I always pretend,

My indispensable existence, 

To humanity and beyond.

Against the law

I know the world is never fair
I know truth lies in the hands of the powerful
And I know humane humanity is rare
And that dying for honesty has never been cool;
I know breaking the law
The strong have made for a shield
Has never ended in the powerless winning
In uneven playing field.
Thus I feel it's justified
That the laws be defied
That legally illegal in the eyes of the fool
Is what I desire
And never the glorification of their artificiality
And their stupid thoughtschool!

Train is Pain

Impatient for the train to come
Impatient for it to arrive
There is always this discomfort and pain
Of traveling by train:
When I wait for the train to come
And it comes almost after for-ever
I board it anyways, too exhausted to recover
In before I sit I sleep
And my rightful destination
Almost always I skip!
And again I wait for the train to come
This time in the other direction
For an endless journey of an unknown destination.

The Astronomer at Dusk

Once upon a windy dusk by the ocean
Crossed my mind this question:
If there were no water in front of me
How farther away would the horizon be?
It's so clear, unusually small
The hemispherical ball:
Neither far nor high
Is the unheavenly sky.