A Call For Action

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This can not be my abode,
Life does not have a hibernate mode,
Suddenly killing people can not be right,
Can black ever be transformed to white?

The color of innocent blood stains my soul,
Every inculpable death calls out for a just role,
Is it that the peace is unwanted?
Is it that we pretend to be united?

We tweet and post statuses; we shout and protest in rage,
We sympathise and compromise; we pretend we understand this Age,
Praying to Almighty to show a miracle at this stage,
Hoping for the goodness to free itself from this evil cage.

When nothing seems to be working, we pray day and night,
Muslims, Hindus, Jews and Christians – they pray to Allah, Krishna, Moses and Jesus,
The concept of God is different but the call is one,
These religions are distinct yet peace is what they yearn.

Don’t let a man’s religion define him for you,
This world needs us and we need to be true,
No religion preaches terrorism, murder and criminality,
Let’s stop this innocent blood shed – the result of forceful brutality.

For making this world a better place, we don’t need to go to Gaza or Syria,
We don’t need prompt updates on this manipulative social media,
Disconnect yourself and stop talking – it’s time for actions to speak louder than words,
Little deeds of goodness can broaden our horizon – challenging the spirit of a free bird.

Brace yourself for it’s you who can begin this journey of good,
Embrace yourself for it’s you who can bring the change you should,
Stop fooling yourself and stop praying for miracles,
Your actions are your warriors, miracles would happen merely when your warriors would.

May be >

broken_heart_anti_valentines_day_47-450x250Right turn, left turn or an absolute round about
“Where the hell are you”, I shout
Hasn’t he heard me screaming on his door?
Wide awake; I walk barefoot on the seashore
I feel his sight in the tranquility of the sea
I sense his touch in the caresses of the wind
I perceive his smell when it rains on me
And I dream of us entwined as one
May be this is a life about which my mum told me
When breathing is forced and the soul can’t be set free

I walk and walk when memories take over
The kisses I will cherish and caresses moreover
The sugar-coated words which echo like a mystery in my head
The open wounds which bled over the thousand tears I shed
I need his fingers to sew the wounds with a thread
I lust his aroma and the words unsaid
I feel his sight in the tranquility of the sea
I sense his touch in the caresses of the wind
I perceive his smell when it rains on me
And I dream of us entwined as one
May be this is a life about which my dad told me
When reality demands dreams and so do we

I glare at his silhouette on the sea
Hatred rushes in my blood along with the fire to avenge him
Gradually love for him melts my fury in a heart beat
I beg for the time to turn back and let me compete
The desire to rewrite my script on a new sheet
I crave his blood to refill my ink pen
I yearn for his one last touch all over again
I feel his sight in the tranquility of the sea
I sense his touch in the caresses of the wind
I perceive his smell when it rains on me
And I dream of us entwined as one
May be this is a life about which he told me himself
When a fairy tale can’t be dreamt or lived being yourself.

  

BETRAYAL (Part II)

Seeing is not believing,
Believing is not feeling.

As I heard him declaring his departure

He shot an arrow as miraculously as an archer

Listening to his bizarre words, I was on my knees

Possessed no strength to hear, smell, touch or see

I watched him parting in the dark rainy night

Wishing a final goodbye with a vivid smile radiating light

I strolled home single-handedly weeping and crying

His words stuttered in my mind – my tears complying

My mum awaiting me at the home’s door

Disguising the ache, the veil of bliss that I wore

She asked me where was I?

I sighed and told her a lie

How can I tell her it was a lad?

Who deceived and took everything I had?

My numb body directing my senses to the way to my room

Thoughts ruled my mind and soul – this appalling doom

I cursed myself for being in love as a dope

There was no rainbow after this rain, no bliss and no hope

He left me for the sake he was done

Likewise, he is going to find another one

He is a traitor, a betrayer and a player

Thus ruled my heart for an eternity as a mayor

Depression and distress was now the food to my soul

I salute him for his significant triumph to attain his desired goal

One day when no one was in the house

I clasped a knife due to that louse

To Be Continued…

Betrayal – Part I