Black, Red and White

There is red in the streets,
the incessant haze damaging your vision.
Catacombs of identity.
love and riches' collision.

The hired words of Satan
pierce the halo of the guardian angel.
The waters have gone calm
no ripples, no call of danger.

The burdened back, the obscuring tears
swirl along with the black river.
A ghost is left guarding your soul
which fades away as the moment comes nearer.

Laid beneath the debri
of honour that we pride ourselves on.
Black and white we witness while earth revolves
reining insanity which runs amok.

Longing

The wind like an enchantress

weaves magic in her hair.

The heavy steps she takes

crossing the line between rough and fair.

Unconditional love she carries in her heart

whilst towards lies she is beckoned.

Will her man rise to claim her?

With whose memories her heart is adorned.

No gain, no loss, infinite longing

and a bridge old and rotten.

Yet she yearns to be fooled again

by that face never forgotten.

The lilies bloom, brightened by her gaze.

The birds break into a song.

Drowning in misery and reveling in love

her heart and soul are where they belong.

The Pyre of Hope

Blinded by the waging war

Times of compassion forgotten and wasted

It's your burden, it's your call

You crawl on knees through marshes of hatred

The clouds are over your eyes now

Your friends and foes going down

And somewhere in your heart, you feel

The cries of innocence won't win you a dime

The fury on loose will just burn you down

Wash your wounds in the calm waters

Just cry and put that fire out

Hollowed is your grieving heart

You don't know what you've lost and found

So many questions you couldn't ask

The truth, smoked, instilling all the doubts

Your side has won, I wonder how?

You've gained just blames and frowns

And somewhere in your heart, you feel

The cries of innocence won't win you a dime

The fury on loose will just burn you down

Wash your wounds in the calm waters

Just cry and put that fire out 

 

 

Deliverance...

The toll of the bell,

the streets filled with musty air.

With clang, the heavy iron gates fell

and an owl hooted somewhere.

Cloaked under the darkest night,

the hooded figures ride forth.

Their shadow rein the mind in flight,

the dreams of children, women and men.

A bony hand opens the door,

the only wall between good and evil.

No one saw the sun soar.

It crawled in and blinded everyone.

The screams of evil pierced the silence.

They were sublimated by the golden orb.

The slumber, defeated, jumped over the fence

as the people of the sane world rose.

The curse of ambiguity

A fountain of unexpressed love

Bathing the melancholy heart

The leaves fall off the trees

Taking down the desires to ground

A walk in the beautiful meadow

The escapes to the neverland

If night doesn’t bring the stars

Will the wait be worth anything?

Or perhaps the morning sun

is a better chariot to saneness

The right to forget is weakly denied

like memories written in sand

The seagulls call to the forlorn lover

bringing the word of the distanced

Pity is not what they deserve

but chances to be brought together

Engraved in mind are those words

whispered while holding hands

The tale not always ends happily ever after

Undesirable questions creep into life

A part of you is always left behind

Pondering upon the other road

And the roar in the back of your mind

Was your love so scant?

The Darkest Night

Sometimes in tranquility,
I try to find myself
But then noise is pondered upon.
For silence perished many,
Their thoughts were always bound.
Revive the desires of heart
'cause voice is the only buoy.

Possibilities!!!

Defeats aren't always visible

They travel through blood and heart...

A wish of indifference

The need of light and calm...

The chained wings of possibilities

holding back from the start...

How do we let go of things

that aren't ours?

Held onto them for so long

leaving would leave a scar...

The burden that heart bears

unshared, rising above par...

Broken window isn't a way out

when doors can be found...

It's a thirst for ambition

amidst fears and scowls...

These fingers will turn iron into gold

the winners needn't be loud!

ANGUISH!!!

Standing in the dark

Calling your number

Waiting to see you

Amidst all the thunder

But there is no lightning

If you stole it, I wonder

You said I’ll be safe

Till the time we are together

These memories

I didn’t ask them to crash on me

Those wonderful hours

I never thought would come to haunt me

And now I am going back

To the time you saved me from

Behind each tear

Lives a sad story

I can’t hear your voice

When it gets so scary

You broke all your promises

And I’m living barely

Trying to leave you behind

I’ll forget you, yes maybe

these memories

I didn’t ask them to crash on me

Those wonderful hours

I never thought would cum to haunt me

And now I am going back

To the time you saved me from

Since you are gone forever

I’m leaving home

And I’m going back

To the time you saved me from.

Ecdysis

Lines are breached…Apathy is the new religion…Death of hope…
It’s our own doing! Yet, after learning millions of lessons, we don’t back out. Perhaps, we are too complacent. Giving up a life of tyranny on our inner voice just doesn’t seem as the right thing to be done. We are so in-sync with the self-demolition brigade because we think that our achievements are really flattering even though they spell doom! Innovation, development, a raised standard of life. At what cost are we availing these? Have you ever pondered, how ironical it seems that somewhere some people talk about restoring harmony in the world and at that very instant, plots of killings are being hatched?

Where did we, the supreme beings of this planet, go wrong? Was it too much exploitation of our sanity or frequent attacks on humanity? Well, these questions holds no importance now. All that matters is the fact that our world is crumbling. Going to pieces with every passing moment. So what do we do about that? How do we achieve atonement? How do we bring back into the picture- the unwavering faith, the holy love?
Our best shot is to change. To paint ourselves with colours of trust, love and peace. With realization comes a serenity which drives the will to corner our shortcomings and sabotage our misgivings! We have to shed the devilry. We have to use our best resources for sustaining the future. It’s time.
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Note: Ecdysis means shedding of old skin. This piece of writing was inspired by the recent suicide blast in Moscow and various terrorist activities in the past. It represents the anguish of an ordinary person, who is affected by terrorism, corruption, poverty and helplessness burning the people of our world!