Change, a challenge

Zeal to win over self ushers in peace,

Yearning to win over others results in war.

Competition, a weapon insecure, ill at ease,

In the guise of excellence, to bring out expertise

Is a virus that spreads in the veins, corrupts; a disease

that overcasts the mind, too deep, too far.

Competition knows no pollution, poverty,

Misery and chicanery it hears and sees everywhere.

It fills our organs with stress, violence, anxiety

From work to the world, it propels to destroy fraternity.

A delinquent machine that connives camaraderie into monstrosity

Spreading an insipid, insolent, and a deadly scare.

Winning over others is a defocused conviction

Winning over self, a charming, a mature engagement.

This shift in the mind needs to be brought into fruition

A real change, when work gets done in its own volition

Wealth reaps, the hungry germ dinosaurs into extinction,

World bequeaths peace, beneath the same blue firmament.

A parked canvas

In the floating stable sky,

The earth-boat stops.

The canvas chokes with dread-brushes,

Hues blur in the blues.

Killing terror,

And killing the terrorists

Not the same, the painter says,

With strokes of colour-speeches

For then, another crisis, a misfit

Will be reborn, in style

Leaving the living, dead.

A daunting, engaging, intelligent, creative task ahead

To uproot the school, free the pupils.

For then, life lives

Sky glows,

Earth sails

Canvas continues

Living

With lively words

In open arms

We create lives

In open arms

With lively words

Lived

For lifeless words

With lifeless arms

We kill lives

With lifeless arms

For lifeless words

Dream sleeps

Dream sleeps,

In time and space.

In many forms,

Bombs, born in time

Bloom,

Burst,

Burn,

Bury;

Production, marketing, procurement

The loyal triplets

Sneak through the holes of insecurities, in broad daylight.

Unwilling users, unable to stop, usher the unwanted.   

The root

The need

Words,

Power,

Clarity and more of it,

For dissensions and destruction!

Yet

Yearning to be in seventh heaven,

To live happily ever after,

Six continents, a small number

Divide into uncountable pointlessness;

Not divide the divisible.

In time and space,

Dream sleeps.

and this continues

and this continues

outfits are reborn

they re-kill and re-die

reactions to re-destroy words

intelligence takes the same root

shouts with scholarly scarlet in hysteric hues

responds with the same metals to uproot

misfits, holding weapons, and not weapons;

killings, deaths, defeats win

breaths and births lose

and this continues

intellectually challenged,

impaired world speaks

through refrains...

waves giggle

clouds snigger

brooks burst

animals smile

stars smirk

All around

All around,

sounds rivet the air,

layers of vapour,

a clumsy cover in the sky;

eyes spy, earmark,

intelligence in heady wonder;

are these clouds or smokes,

efforts of nature or humankind

firmament in its constant blue

a witness,

of imagination.

evergreen

Clouds...

The tongue dances,

Words raindrop on dry pages

Evergreen songs free the captured air.

crisis

in spasm irritation spills

is solidarity immobile still

islands stay in stress

intelligence sleeping in space

it should inspire sagacity

in slashing inexplicable senility

immediately squashed inactive, straight

insane strikers' injurious strait

it should instantly shut-stop

illicit sellers' inflammable shop

intelligence summons islands stretch

infinite stability innocuous strength


countries continue to live as islands, disconnected, disunited; it is through these holes of disunities enter diseases...can we put an end to this

Earth, our nation

Countries need flags to hoist.

To show their identity, pride and order

The wind of nationhood, fresh and moist,

Trumpets and warns, from binding borders.

The earth wanders around,

With its flute, perhaps it also needs a flag,

Neglected it is, without any belonging tag

The source is in search, alone, unbound. 

Big brothers breed poor cousins,

Knotted in meaningless virtues and sins,

Both busy cutting the branch on which we rest,

Determined to make us homeless, from our only nest.

The moving ball, a complete human body, a whole

With ulcer, cancer, tumor, migraine in its parts,

Can we ever heal our own winsome soul?

With its brain ailing, with its wailing heart!

Every part of the earth needs to cure

With our thoughts intelligent, and at ease

The disease will wither in time for sure

Real foreigners, conflict and stress, will forever rest in peace.

When will cousins become siblings!

When will sense in intelligent minds emerge,

To its roots, will the disengaged family ever stretch its wings,

Will all nations in the earth ever converge?

When will it be free from enemies and weapons,

Fighting and killing, for some words and notions,

Wonder, dear earth, if we could ever make a flag for you,

For you might deserve an independence day too.