 |
| Image credit: Google images |
Curtain unwilling to
fall, it drops
Time waits inside the
minds
Of surprise-less
spectators
What they’re going to
see is seen
Thousands of times
before
Curtain raises,
theatre begins.
Obstinate insanity
Irritation without
provocation
Pelting heart-shaped
stones here and there to hurt
Incoherent cruel words
pop from the brain
Masked in kindness on
the dais
Notorious show of
power, violence
These are reflections
of the world.
It is inflicted with
ulcer
Doesn’t want to visit
a doctor
Recognizes the disease
as remedy
Wants to keep the
other wanting
For more
With names of
disarmament,
Sensitizes people
starving for food
On global warming
To safeguard the endangered
environment
Where sentient beings are
never its part
Teachers have failed in their breaths
Gallons of wealth
bleeding out
To mobilise arms,
weapons instead of crops.
Stop! Stop, stop...
lame words beat the eardrums non-stop
But congealed organs
are fixed at one point
Incapable to learn and
cure
The power to live in
peace freezes inside
Smiling with unease to
meet death
There’s no bewilderment,
no awe, no astonishment
Teachers, doctors have
left the premises long ago
They lost their roles
in the hands of eccentric deliberations
Living in false
admiration to build and heal
They see like us,
without any shout, appeal.
Mirrors have broken in
the dressing room
Stage refusing to
support, but willy-nilly performs its role
With popcorn words
For the spectators and
the actors
Lunacy is ecstasy
Powerless performers die
in the hands of audiences
They mimic our
thoughts
Conflict is the reason
to live
Peace the reason to
die
These are the
reflections of the world.
Unwilling curtain
drops
Time waits in the
minds of surprise-less audience
For the next episode,
for the next generation
With unmistakable
prediction of the same bitterness
Until the fire burns
the uneasy organs
Reflects light through
its own reflection
Cries, howls, destroys
the thoughts dead and blind
Caressing with warmth those
ignorant minds
Ignites them to life,
burns those insecure weapons
Pounding heavy in the
hearts
Commands the curtain to drop
The useless histrionics
To stop! Stop, stop.
