Have not the world become a better place?If you and I would stop counting strange sins,Calculating each demeaning acts,As a rhapsody of bleeding colours,Loathing the fact,If we look into our own mirrors,Others may not appear this shady. Only if, we would magnify the glasses to our own souls!
A month of lost and found,Lost the shade in age!Punished the soul for the generational baggage,Added barrenness in soul,A shade of grey and sorrow,A face of mystery,Destiny powered,The disposition of decisions and actions,Altered the fate,How I wish this month no longer exists,The eleven months and not twelfth within,The year gone,Yet more to go!
Some of the crimes are nothing but plasters,Covered layered by layered,Blocked as plaque,Loathed and hated,Bandaged each time to heal,Sometimes to conceal,But they are not our wounds,Generational trauma,Or Some borrowed agonies,Itchy and bloody,Pricking deep,Turned blue yet veiled,Each one of us have some,Whether priest or sinner,These plastered crimes!
I remember I gathered some pieces of the broken glasses,Half filled and half empty,Crystal pieces all scattered around,Slipped off the hands while making the lemonade,Never it was meant to be broken,Just it slipped,And spread all over like mercury,Difficult to be groped,The fear of touching it,As it might become blood through thin skin,Poisoned inside,Slow but lethal
You call it resilience?It is a mountain laid on my back,Too heavy to carry,Weakening all my limbs,Bending my shoulders,With aching bones,Yet I wear it as a shield! You call it peace?The muffled voices of abuse,The venom your words poured into my soul,I can’t spit it,Believing it as a potion of love,I mixed it within my
Had you asked me for a moon or a star?I must have picked a tiny delicate star,Silver and lustrous,Ordinary but a North StarShowing sign and hopeFor the days to comeUnlike moon, who slows down or pace up,But never remains constant,Only had he asked me?The choice would be simpleReliable and staunchBut not a treacherous moon with
I had a glass of belief, half filledDiluted with faithSomeone added crushed ice of accuseIt changed its colorThe crystal of the ice swell it with agonyA tablespoon of added loathe turned it purpleLike a newly bleeding woundShrieking in my soulPiercing it hard with sharp toolThe froth of murkiness appeared, as some churned it with prejudiceSome
In the haul of the darkness,She glanced at the mirror across,A blurry vision,unfamiliar sight,The reflection has not taken much change in time,Tinted lips and cheekbones,All glimmering!A fancy fabricated smile lurked darkened the kohl laden eyes,She smiled again,The reflection echoed this time,No further layers could brighten you more!She hastened and disconnected,The analogy between this soul and
The silver dust sprinkled everywhere,Spread like tiny stars in dark skies,Dancing freely yet unifiedWhat an amazing sight had it been!I preserved this moment in my heart,To cherish till the time we meet again,Oh my father, what a day it would be!When we reunite.. A memory still fresh to me,When you held me tight,The same way
The sea of humans aroundStrange facesConfused feelingsVaried expressionsAll seems lost and puzzledBuried in their own thoughtsCarrying the baggage on shouldersEach one pacing towards an unknown worldIn the jiggling of neon lightsIn screeching of loud musicWe can’t hear and see what stories they carryJust passive souls passing byAn ocean of deep soulsBewildered and android!
