They asked for the fulfillment of rain,
But all they got was scorching sun.
They asked for small moments of zest,
But all they got was agony of loss.
They wished to see a silver lining,
But all they found was an agitated soul.
They wished to find a widening smile,
But all they found were tears of pain.
Perhaps the heavens don't listen anymore,
And have artfully closed the blessings' door.
I tried to knock at it, but out came no answer.
I am still holding myself at the threshold,
Who knows, perhaps the heavens may listen once more ....
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(An extract from my poetry)
Can I be an innocent bystander?
A guiltless viewer of victim
In a world that changes with lightning speed,
Where the mountains gradually crumble down,
Like ugly buildings shattering to dust,
Where the deserts grow wider and lakes disappear,
Where flowers wither away and stink,
The leaves breathe out dust and smoke,
Where children lose their charm and innocence,
And choose the glamour of gadgets over books,
Where we tend to lose our identity,
And follow an unknown and absurd culture,
Where we turn emotionless and
no longer judge with our hearts,
Where the brain is rotten and stagnant,
Sees nothing beyond what is dull or artificial,
And I cannot be an onlooker doing nothing,
Neither can be you
For a viewer of crime is a criminal too.
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I would send a message to space
That we live in this part of universe
We breathe our first and last here
We build houses on every bit of land
Covering the lakes, breaking the mountains,
cutting down the lush green trees
We build roads on hills, amidst the forests
We have bridges, skyscrapers, motor boats, ships,
automobiles, airplanes and even space shuttles
We are trying to connect,
But our icebergs are melting,
rivers polluting and air stinking
Soon we will no longer love,
No longer listen to music or sing,
No longer dance merrily in the rain,
No longer speak words of wisdom,
No longer whisper sweet affection,
We are losing our souls and soon we will perish,
before we even realize.
So, when you receive my message floating through space,
Save us if you can.
Some last hope still remains before its extreme and
we are all gone like dust in the air ...
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