the truth

truth, the light
rest becloud the sight

Same page

We may not speak the same language
But we can be on the same page.

fine

i am not fine
i am fine with it


je ne me sens pas bien
je me sens bien avec cela

beyond

beyond power, pelf, position
when will I look at myself

dead bird

dead bird's blood
red carpet

Load

You have a long way to go
For you still carry dead words

Promise

It’s time’s promise to me that I would also grow old

It’s my promise to time, with age I will never be bowed.

Of war and peace

Scarecrow is to birds

As war is to peace

Choice

Prosperity without peace

Midas golden touch, ill at ease

Education without awareness and bliss

Plastic flowers, a decoration piece

Growth without empowerment

Bonsai trees, slaves of predicament

Winning without compassion

Deforestation in action

Money machine markets

Still born triplets

Technologies without care

Butterfingers playing overture

Power without thoughts to cure

Continues to be more insecure

Knowledge without sense

Blocks enlightenment, affluence

These are micro-poems, two-liners or couplets, each holding a thought that readers can interpret in their own ways. The one objective of these poems is to make the readers think. The position of these poems is at the bottom, the poems are lying on the grasses and the readers are placed on a higher platform so they have a bird's eye view. There are eight poems here which can be read in isolation, however, it is also possible to find a link with each of these; as though they (the eight short poems) are sub-sets to the super-set, Choice. 

Some two-liners

Whole night, a man slept with a snake

When he knew he did, he died

Smoking is injurious to health

Gun is not, no gun free zones

A child, born out of rape

Can also breathe

Neighbouring countries can go to hell

Patriots parrot, the village cries

People with weapons and arms

Search for peace