Ode to the ordinary
the everyday
the common
all the things that everyone has
and no one wants
ode to the things that
make us human
to all the things good
but not good enough
they become the ocean
ode to the ordinary
who are here
just because they are supposed to be
giggling and gossiping
remembering who said what and when
but when the time comes
their lips are vowed to silence
ode to the ordinary
whose morality flickers
as they sell their soul
for little pleasures
ode to the drunken, jobless, homeless,
the perverts who ogle at women
the non-productive who fritter away their lives
just like that
who die everyday
everywhere
every time
ode to the ordinary
who live in sperms and die in them too
a strange similarity binds them
in life and death
ode to the ordinary
who all look the same
want the same
live the same
wherever they are
however wide in space and time
ode to the ordinary
who die in wars, tsunami, mill strikes
or just for the want of a blanket
whose search for fortune
ends in the assurance of death
and dangle on walls made
of unfulfilled dreams
as they slowly disappear in the abysses of time
ode to the ordinary
who stand in the background
and only values things which others have
they sleep with hands on their heart
dreaming of all that could go wrong once they wake up
their whole life spent waiting for
better days
ode to the ordinary
whose search for meaning take them
everywhere but inwards
who have no enemies nor friends
live lonesome amongst their families
ode to the ordinary
they were there at the beginning
and they will be there in the end
as stand-bye
to witness and wait
ode to the ordinary
in whose heart hemlock simmer
as they curse the light and are blinded
by the glittering darkness
who despises the different
and then repent in silence for
ages and ages
ode to the ordinary
no one ever sees the fire in their soul
while they celebrate others
and it is their hope which creates heroes
ode to the deathless
who will be there forever
making others shine