The greed wears the cloaks
and the fires that it stokes;
while the innocents choke !
The age old stories repeat
The tragedies happen
To possess, or to wait and watch, or to let it go?
These three questions hold the key to the future
Momentary are the victories
And so are the defeats!
But the destructions remain forever
the scars on the face of earth
and in the heart of the collective consciousness
The victor and the vanquished
both leave the alley of dead.
They don’t wait for the explanations,
they do not empathize;
but they do track you with all the accusations, barbs and threats, in order to correct whatever they perceive is wrong with you and torment you in the public eye.
They start from the keyboards,
they start from the smartphones;
travel through the crazy alleys of perceptions, land onto the ears, transferred to the brains, once started they do not stop
you will not even know why!
They claim to be informed,
they project affiliations,
to history and to logic, they show inclinations, they claim to be real and perfect;
but they are none of those since
they are born every day before they die.
They might be humans,
they might be bots;
toxicity is their theme without any inhibitions, but they always have an agenda,
to breathe hate and seek attention;
they will try everything under the sky.
Do open your mouth, let the words flow
let the world know;
that you think otherwise, without crazy intentions. While the pulse races,
and the brain weaves the stories of hope,
they can’t subdue you, let the trolls try!
A couple of days more
I will take the wings
And leave behind the
smells and vibes
Up above the clouds
my precious time
will be drowned into the oblivion
a day of my life
will cease to exist…
Will you ever know
that I did this for you?
Yesterday while walking in the rain and strong winds, my umbrella blew in the wind direction. It was crazy and I laughed like crazy. At that time a teenager was walking alongside. He also started laughing. It was all laughter. Yet my fingers were numb due to the cold weather and icy wind. I was struggling with my umbrella while trying to straighten it. And then I saw the same youngster coming towards me. He was still laughing. He took my umbrella and pointed it along with the wind direction and the umbrella looked like an umbrella once again. He again laughed while I thanked him. I was thankful indeed. This small incident filled my heart with warmth for the people of this beautiful country.
Deepsh27 