Sunday, December 20, 2015

Being wrong


Two counties fight.
Two faiths rage war.
Each has a reason sound and strong,
Both think they are in the right
And probably, they most certainly are
To think that war is not wrong.

Is then being right the poisonous germ,
That kills and destroys our rightful peace?
Of what use then is this delinquent sperm,
That grays our right to infinite bliss!

If being right pollutes and corrupts the air,
Being wrong then is correct and fair.
It’d null the weapons, denounce the war
To deliver history’s most insistent scar.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Ways

















For an untrained world,
wealth and sex
breed war.
For a trained world,
peace

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Frills


















Clouds
Have come down to my neck and my knees,
Like frills
I see my frozen brain in them, once heavy and loud
Now floating, relaxed
In them I see my world, covered.

Soon it will rain,
To celebrate my last tear dance,
And then
All monotonous beginnings
Will end
Every bit of my world,
With a new and fresh focus
Will plough and reap
Harvests of love.

Golden theories will wither,
Metal pages will vanish clear,
Lifelessness in the broken mud will disappear
And I will rejoice in the leap.

I will marry my world,
I know the world will kneel
For love, with my misty eyes
Let me enjoy the frills.

Friday, December 11, 2015

World is the only country
















World is the only country,
earth, the only nation,
rest can rest, in space
for a change.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

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.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

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

Thursday, December 3, 2015

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.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

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