Off the Shore ...

Belonging to a community of not so saintly people was never an
expectation.. Not when I arrived in this land of palm trees.. They
call it Gods own country, but I find no God who fills me with a sense
of satisfaction..
I probably left Him back home ..

Thinking about this, and going through some old scripts, I realize
what actually being a devotee is.. You leave no stone unturned..
There's no religious place that you don't bow before .. Humanism ..
That's what I'll call it ..

Here, you'll find no such exquisite ideology.. Technopark is a
material world.. With no scope of that spiritualism, that fevor of
being a die hard devout ... You're a machine .. And you have to work..
No matter what happens ..

A weekend that is washed away with the tides on the beach, is all we
have to boast about .. Rest, is just being material in every aspect ..

And then, its not just me.. Its everyone's story.. Its a song that
everyone is singing .. Its that one blood rush that makes you skip a
beat ..

And you ask yourself .. Are you the usual you, or just a shadow of
your remnants, which is bound to get washed with the new tide that
arrives ...

You're not the usual you, I'm not the usual me.. We're just not us anymore ..

Humanism, a lost keyword ...

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hamza ..