What kind of a spin is it?
What goes around, does come around
Yet, its never the same!
Laws teach nothing is lost
Yet, much cannot be retrieved
The top is also below
A walk on the mobius strip
In a world so self-similar
Nothing is familiar
For – What is, is never,
What really it is!
What we know, is actually,
Only the depth of the unknown
And that bond also decides the drift
Stuck on a blue planet in a vast abyss
Where war literally is sold as peace
I wonder,
What kind of a spin is it?
Scavenging under the rubbles
She looked for humanity
It was yet another day of
Strategic bombing
They tried to flee in vain
From guns and grenades
And bombs
And landmines
And beastly men
Death was everywhere
In every form
It caught up with all
Even those who escaped these
Troubled shores
She kept scavenging for humanity
Under the rubbles
Of the wasteland
Many died
For the sake of few
Who wanted to live
It was a lost battle
Under the rubbles
She scavenged
For dead humanity
It was in the news
Cyclonic storm was on its way
They did what they could
To prevent the disaster
They monitored the eye and the tail
There it was circulating,
feeding on winds
And gathering momentum
It all seemed calm on the shores
Till the waves began to move faster
It came closer,
Sounds of the howling winds
Made it all real
Everyone knew
All preparations were made
All estimates looked good
But there was no way to assess
The damage it did
Young ones quivered in fear
Homeless knew they will be
Unaccounted ones
Lonely man walked on the street
Unaware of the perils
No one had told him to be safe
He took shelter under the very tree
That crushed him minutes later
Howling winds
Harbingers of death
Preyed on lonely, helpless
And homeless
Farmers lamented as
Entire harvest got washed away
No one realised
Storm was our harvest
By feeding Earth, wind and seas
Our anger, disgust, greed,
wastes, pollutants and hatred
Cyclonic storm just churned it all.around
And returned what we had reaped
With anger and vengeance
Winds, earth and sea turned hostile
Howling winds perhaps were warning us –
“Don’t be a bully
It all can all boomerang very badly!! “
When silence becomes deafening
And the words hide in the dark
Slowing erasing history
I try to figure out their forms
Or meaning or language
Nothing emerges
It’s a dark dense space
Nothing is visible
Nor is audible
I wait
Maybe words are being born
Maybe a new reality is taking a form
What if it’s a monster that’s in the making?
What if the silence is made of inaudible screams?
As the world looks away in faith
Blinded by the festive lights
I will hang on to my doubts
I shall still try to listen to sounds of silence
And try to peer into dark abyss
With or without hope
Unable to find answers
Unable to bear the questions
Acutely aware
Of all closed doors
And humiliations
And all silences
She decided to jump
As she walked along the edge
Too many thoughts
Crowded her mind
She wanted to cut loose
From the past
From the present
The questions
The helplessness
The despair
Her luckless and
Loveless life
When no one pays heed
When life is cruel
What’s the point?
What’s the point?
On and on
The thoughts fogged her mind
Tears blinded her vision
Suddenly a stranger stopped her
“Please take one bunch please.
I haven’t eaten whole day”
A blur of bunch of yellow roses
Were staring at her face
Prodding her was
Another voice of despair
Carrying a bunch of bloom
What an irony!!
She paid the boy
And watched the train go by
She brought home
The yellow flowers.
She wondered…
There is a point maybe…
There are people maybe…
There are doors maybe…
There are paths maybe…
There is a future maybe…
That day she didn’t jump
But took a leap of faith instead!
You ask “Why don’t you dance with joy?
There have been infinite invisible chains around my feet
I never knew that I was supposed to undo them one by one
I kept them all ‘as gifts’
I waited for some loving hands to undo them
I didn’t know I have to undo them myself
One day you came along
And laughed at me…
You reached down my feet
But ended up adding one more chain
Now I struggle to undo them one by one
Only one of them can’t be undone
It’s the ‘chain of liberation’
Which you gave me as a farewell gift!!!
Strange is the light that blinds
Strange is the light behind dark shadows
Strange is the joy that inflicts pain
Strange is the love that teaches to hate
Strange is the life that must end in death
Strange is the meaning that is absurd
Strange are the dreams that cannot be real
Strange is the reality that is a dream
Strange are the clouds that don’t bring rain
Strange is the regret that hides the pride
Strange are the journeys that never end
Strange are the words that defy the form
Strange are the doors that never open
Strange is the religion that robs the faith
Strange are the bridges that separate
Strange is the war that is fought for peace
Strange are the journeys that never end!
Man against man
Man against women
Women against women
Man against Nature
You against me
All of us are juxtaposed!
One defines other
One ends other
One begins other
On a dark night
We seek light
On a sunny day
We look for shade
Light and dark
Day and night
Love and war
Life and death
Juxtaposed!
Sad seeks joy
Happiness
Sadness
Juxtaposed!
Broken against
The Whole
Nothing can stand
On its own
It needs the other!!
You eliminate one
Other loses meaning
Yet the fight remains
Eternal!
Juxtaposed
One belittling the other
Forever!!
I seek the moon tonight
With thousands of others
From my window
Caged momentarily tonight
In my cell window
Moon too looks desolate
And Persecuted
Was I persecuted for
Beholding the Moon?
My parents at my faraway home
Me, at my detention centre
Along thousands of refugees,
Illegal immigrants
And activists around the world
All are looking at the Moon
Moon smiles as ever grimly
Bonded forever to the Earth
Spinning with twined destiny
It tells me
We all need to wait
There is no easy way
To Salvation
And Freedom
Peasants will rise
They will sing
They will protest
They will take bullet
They will save democracy
While we will fret
And intellectualize!
Educated middle classes
Don’t you worry
These whom you ‘other’
Will save your jobs too
They don’t need you
But you do
To reap crops,
Cook your food
Cobble your shoes
Tailor your clothes,
Build your homes
Clean your homes
Toilets and cars too!!
After the revolution
They will still come
And assume their lowly jobs
While you will rot in your guilt
Or die with a foolish smug!
History textbooks will talk of them
But you will be mentioned
As the ‘other’ who let the system down!!
#saynotohate
Mad Decadence 