Blunt

A common fear
binding the unlikely,
in an invisible togetherness
the edge of the hatred
is getting blunt,
a sapling of love is
rearing its softness
in the eyes of the wise
while the fools are aghast
staring at the blunt weapon
in their hands.

Don’t hide

The mystery of existence
engages and discards
in the whirlwind of its activities
we are tossed around
don’t be afraid
put your ears to the ground
obey what they tell you
in whispered monologues
you are not the only one
fighting the tears
in the nook of your arm

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.

What we have

What we already have

is the last stop

in the trip of insanity

that we embarked at some point of time

as collectives of rot and greed

striving for more

struggling for more

creating more rot and greed

Din

In the constant clamour

and the din,

the voices of reason are stifled.

The helpless voices on the periphery

can’t even reach

the windows of their homes.