A huge shadow of grief
on the horizon of loss
envelops the pain
of collective deprivation
hearts crushed
bodies wounded
words meaningless
yet potent like poison
better unspoken and unread
Living Stories
Migrants
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
The source
You lose your loved ones
Deadly sharp stabs pierce my heart
You scream and cry yourself hoarse
Tears spill from my eyes
You writhe with the pain unknown
I seek its source in the frantic nights
You give up on life
I shut my eyes and die.
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?
Everyone
Everyone is an island
there are neither wings
nor paddles to cross
this ocean of fear!
Everyone is watching
there are neither words
nor voice of comfort!
Hang on tightly
onto the rainbow of hope
with the eyes shut
exult in the existence.
Deepsh27 