lost labor

Wasteful sciences
occupied in understanding
the outer space, yet unable
to stop the worldly challenges
draining the hard labor of
the starving farmers

the distraction

When you can't prevent
a storm with useless
sciences and technologies
assign it a sexy name
and wait for it to arrive
again and again,
raise a question on 
why a female's name,
it'll be considered as
a distraction, a drawing-room
conversation, a storm
in the cup

a new approach

Stop all wars
destroy all weapons
channel the soldiers
to fight force majeure;
these are as important
as wearing helmets
and masks

the decaying village

wars,
majestic, royal 
white elephants
of the world
weapons,
symbols of failure
displayed with success
to induce fear
soldiers,
fresh flesh in the
slaughterhouse
guilt buried
in honored coffins,
muffins to the
bereaved families

Worldkrupt

bankrupt world...
of values, worth
to safeguard 
the interest
of the country
the principle
of the world
is lost

Fill in the blank

I belong to my country,
I love my country,
...
There's no problem
With that, however
...

Keep doing it

O, my talkative mind!
I know you cannot shut up,
be silent; so keep saying,
I love, I love, I love, I love,
I love, I love, I love, I love;
that's all you need to do
to see the magic, to experience
the miracle; you'll stop feeling
the void of worthlessness,
no longer will you be
unconscious, or ashamed of
the gap between who you
are, and who you aren't, yet
pretend to be proud, like a hypocrite,
carrying a sense of guilt;
you are insane materially,
be insane immaterially;
kindness, complete fulfillment,
purity will be the air you'll
breathe. Just say, I love, I love,
I love, I love, I love, I love,
it works. Keep doing it.

This may not be the only way,
but keep your thoughts pure
from the inside, in whichever form
you please, pray or talk to
yourself with words full of peace,
pure power, infinite bliss.
Instead of saying, I hate, 
say, I love, I love, I love, I love,
it works. Keep doing it.

You needn't chant any mantra,
nonbelievers may not worship
anyone, or anything, just check
your thoughts that rot inside
you on a daily basis, clean 
the garbage from your mind,
convert it into a garden, by
planting seeds that are replete
with your and the world's
well-being, keep on talking,
I love, I love, I love, I love, I love,
Change the world you're living in,
it works. Keep doing it.  

The supreme species

farmers, who feed the human
civilization, are starving to death,
women, 'used' to breed the supreme
species are getting violated;

rich becoming richer,
poor poorer, as an aftermath
of the vulgar growth and
development, global warming,
in the heat of hatred and wrath; 

wars have advanced,
they have become viral, 
digital, cyber, nuclear;

on the other hand, volumes
are written with chosen words,
selective histories, measured 
Ps and Qs to highlight generosity,
magnanimity, and benevolence,
to fill the lifeless shelves, grease
pockets of lofty ideas with the milk
of human kindness that never comes
to play on the needy fields;

we are taught by design, to be positive,
with heaps of hopes on transformation,
on the resurrection, to be proud as the
supreme species born with consciousness, 
the sole differentiator from the rest
of the nature-abiding creatures;

in this day and age, basking in self-glory,
blinded by towers of achievement, 
screeching accolades, appreciations
nothing goes inside, no guilt, 
no shame, no remorse, no atonement. 

No one

I was traveling, in the
middle of this global pandemic,
without a mask, without washing
my hands. Audacity? Defiance?
S’enfoutisme? Maybe, but I wasn’t
afraid of the virus anymore.

I saw a beautiful world,
men, women, children with
their conditions; everyone suffered,
some with wealth and health,
some without, but I could clearly figure
a sense of pain in them; it was as if they
were carrying an imperceptible germ
within them; to be able to do that they
were expecting someone to come and
deliver them, but who? A leader,
a guru, a god, a lover, a friend, who?
Rest assured, no one came.

When I closed the book, I thought
I could be all those the characters were
looking for, I could also be any one of
the players! The story made me wonder
if no one was also someone.

I took out my mask and went out to buy
some groceries, I carried a sanitizer with me,
very soon, as it were, I will be out on a
different journey with heaps of hopes
that I could change my world that can
do without a purifier and a mask on the
stage.

Paradise

Clouds in the sky,
thoughts,
waves on the sea,
repeated froths,
I behold the liquid 
nothings as huge
insurmountable rocks,
listen to their hollow
sounds and find me in the
blues, blue horrors
overpower me;
I look for my paradise
above, the seas lose on 
the ground, they’re beyond
my sense, lying hidden
inside my golden garden
waiting to surface, but
overcast with foams of lies.