The ASK

You ask

How could you do this

To your own

Partner/Home/Country?

Without answering the

Same question

How could you do this

To your own

Partner/Home/Country?

After pushing to the brink

You ask why the center doesn’t hold?

The center ought to collapse

Without the dialectical force

But you desired one-sided

Undisputed brute force

Every stable star is in equilibrium

Because of the perfect balance of forces

You desired to be the single force

How idiotic was your plan?

Leading to the implosion/explosion

You wanted to be the center

There you are collapsing

Under your own self claimed glory

Responsible for it all

Yet you turn around and ask

How could you do this?

Without answering

How could you?

You plunder the very planet

Then you blame the god

Your war games never end

And then you ask

Why does peace never get a chance?

You never play fair

Then you ask

You fixed the game?

The ask is a big ask

With no easy answers

Let’s enjoy the spectacle

Of this collapse

While blaming each other

You will win this blame game too

Then you will ask

Why didn’t you win?

The very game rigged by you

Hope in the Light

Doomsayers and doomscrollers

Find it impossible to be hopeful

Quite rightly so

Everything that could go wrong

Has indeed gone wrong

And what seems to be right

Seems to be doomed too

It is like being buried

Under the debris of

One’s own making

Being trapped in that

Dark claustrophobic space

With no possibility

Of hope Or light

The only way out is to move

To move towards any

Glimmer of light

Or glimmer of hope

Only in such pitch darkness

Can one meet faint light

Which arrives from nowhere

Almost like a hallucination

Reflecting that elusive hope

Rekindling the dying spirits

Nothing is lost

Till everything is lost

We make it through

Through that dark space 

Where we learn hopelessness

Hope always stays hidden within

That hopelessness

Stubborn hope does thrive

All that it needs is a faint light

That glimmer of light

In the kind eyes

Or from a bird’s flight

Or from that distant far away star

Whose light makes it

After a journey of millions of years

Traveling light years

It meets us right in the eye

Making us aware

The dark space isn’t dark

It is made of millions

Millions of stars and kind hearts