Sleepless dreams
barefooted anger
hands to mouth life
that you tore apart
Hapless and clueless
dying questions on the lips
churn in the stomach
clammy palms
up in a prayer
Category: Politics
Soul
Tired feet
parched soul
only remains the voice of hunger
in the pit of the stomach
the fear of unknown
locks the cry of disgust
within the throat.
O humans!
Why did you pretend to be the Gods?
Absent
They lay beneath the layers
some seen and some absent
some quiet and some noisy
the fingers tremble
when trying to uncover the remnants
that send the shivers
down the spine
the feet freeze
the lights vacate
the eyes
Scars
The intellect becomes burdensome
and seeks a logical construct
to validate the emotions
borne off some long lost hurt
then the brazen takes over
creates the havoc
that leaves the indelible scars
on the wounded collective psyche.
Minus the Victor and the Vanquished
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.
Deepsh27 