The Idealist. Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

As ideas juggled and struggled
inside the troubled aisles
of his gasping mind,
the idealist in him allowed
no outlet for them.

The gaping hole in the
idealist's mind sucked him
into an obdurate belief
that his ideas were not ideal
and they better remain hidden.

Ideas of his, he believed
were just ruminations,
floating free, roaming around
in the corridors of mind
as if they caught fire.

He kept the vow
of not letting them go
come what may and denied
them outlet, as ideas welled up
and gurgled with vigour.

The unkempt raw ideas
breathed fire and spread around
all around him.
And they seemed ideal to all
those around him.

His ideas were now idolized.
Unaware of all this
the idle being lived on
in his ideal world
His ideas though are now idolized.