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.

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

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.

From the West to the East

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?

Vague

Somewhere deep

the fear clamours

to be set free

but vague is the shield

to hide behind

see that’s what is art

and the poetry

not a gift of gab

but just a sheer veil

that hides the face of fear