Behind the screen

Behind the screen

Decked-up words,

Colorful, beautiful,

Catapulted with smiles,

Hand-to-hand touch;

Selling the world, to the world!

Buyers are tired with the sellers,

Pretense glows the figure,

Killing the words by kissing them good,

Thoughts, the grandma of red riding hood!
Blaming the innocuous wolf!

Balance complains against the fulcrum

The world of disputes shows on the humdrum.

Silence cries in the crowd

Of buyers and sellers,

Tired words go back into the greenroom

To rest, for a while…

Write some lines in open space

To meet the feelings,

Their mothers, in age-old homes

With and without a shake and a smile!

Ready again for the go

Onto the plastic stage for the tiptop show,

With thoughts untrained,
But words all decked.

With multiple organisations engaged in World Peace, why doesn't it happen I wonder! Where is the gap. Farmers are born in debt, live in debt and die in debt is true for most third-world countries! But what is true for the all the first, second, third and fourth (is there one?!) worlds is that we are all born listening about Peace, live and die in it!

Well, but this poem is not only about that...it's much more, if you please because behind the screen there’s another screen...watching, listening, and ...screening!

03 January 2015