The Youth Coin

(This fictional piece of writing signifies the ambition of a naive who is investing time in making strategies for getting the power)


I am new in 'town',
craving for support.

a support
that will make me supreme,
that will allow me to outcast the old.

the old
that are wise,
the real players of the game,
the shelter of experience.

An experience
that youth lacks,
boarded with innocence,
a boastful lionization,
where false praise outruns intelligence.

Intelligence
that needs guide,
that demands a right path,
that allows wisdom to prevail.

a wisdom
that can throw me out,
that won't let me become the king,
the king of the mob.

a mob
that is youth,
a youth that is sensitive,
hot-blooded and foolish.

I must toss this coin,
a coin at both side 'tail',
a coin without 'heads',
a coin of gold,
the youth coin.

Un-shattered

Unfilled with adequacy,
fulfilled with emptiness,
colored with black and white,
uncolored with the colors of rainbow,
a magical sight of your face,
those finest figures on your chin,
a dimple like that of half moon,
a smile worth 100 moons,
had all my feelings reserved,
had all my nerves running,
un-shattered remains my heart,
no matter you played it,
no matter you explained it,
you did it for yourself,
and now I am doing it for myself,
by remaining silent,
by remaining un-shattered.