Money

"Money is this beautiful girl, in the world of men, like you, me and all.
Out of extreme desires to own its beauty,
We range ourselves from good, bad and ugly,
And end up doing things,
From betraying a friend to assisting an enemy.

We cross the rules,
We break some,
We create new ones
And we bribe the rest.
All is to enjoy its beauty.

We fight each other,
We kill each other,
We are never in peace when this girl is with us,
And we are never in rest when it’s with others.
We grow up in sea of jealousness, greedy and callousness.
Everything we do is for this beautiful girl.

Money is this one little beautiful girl.
We are just the vultures, with brains,
Hovering on it, to pluck our shares.
And once we fail to have it
And couldn’t get it, we call it a slut.
But when we own it, we call it a goddess."
Aroon Che

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A Room less lived in

Long ago, when there was no time,

We waited for so long, to know how old we are

We traveled so far, to know how near we should be

To ourselves.

It’s painful, when we tried to smile

At things that never went wrong

It’s disappointing when the apples do not fall

In to your garden from the neighbor’s

And when we grow some, we build walls

Around the yield and around every little thing

Long ago, when we came to know how old we were

It’s saddening to know our beliefs are synthetic  

And our travels have no ethic.

The walls, we paint them every day with a color our friends like

And grow the apples orange to make them live in our gardens

It’s hurting to see we run away from time

Though it never chased us to death, we die

Though it never requested to live, we never couldn’t

Our friends leave us and so do everyone

In our limbo of smiles and cries.

Down below the Lazarus pits

We grew up old enough to die

Only to relive every moment of our falseness

With real smiles in real times.

-Aroon Che

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No Life in Waters

Two more steps in, I got to die,

But a baby's cry stopped my weak limbs

Falling into those waters of illusion

I should have died and laid there

Orphaned of voice and sight

Still but with life and no sign

The waters of illusions were what I am trained

To swim with bunch of books and pens

Reading what I write and writing what I read

Nothing but this what should have made me busy

Lying alone on the bed of the waters dead but still

With life and dreams and what not

Two more steps in, I got to die

A baby in me cried loud to stop me

Sinking and asking me to think

'Dip in your sweat but not these illusive seas

That your sweat is saltier than any sea

And can be bigger than anything

Then when you sink in your own sweat

I shall come out of you and grow big'

The baby said so.

So did I tried to sweat as much as to sink me in

And it did so and I died, then the baby did born

With a face of god and smile so beautiful.

-Aroon Che

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With no

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Raabta

Why do we chain our legs to the speed
And fall in love with everything on the way?
Why do we jump from heights with no fear to be alone
And look for some feathers to fly the the skies for company?
Why do we derail from the tracks you engine your train on
And still run straight with a fear of being lost?
No one is lonely
As long as they dream
The thoughts will make you
Slave though free
Weak though strong
Surrounded though alone
Like those marsupials
We grow odd with bags on
Full of dreams and desires.
No wonder I see freedom as illusion
As the very thought of being free is carrying a desire.
So is everything.
Ours is to evolve not to grow old
Move one but not to survive.

Why do we chain our legs to the speed

Aroon Che

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