humanity · love · poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Human Rights

Human Rights

Are all we ever had,

have and wanted

One way or the other.

Romanticized, fantasized

By those who are deprived.

Taken from them,

abused, locked away

By those who didn’t find them worthy.

Either way it has been a hot potato,

not handled with enough care,

reeking through revolutions

of sweat and blood, all unnecessary

dying one war at a time,

So many wars, so many deaths.

fractured, leaking like a gas jar,

somehow condensed and put

into one day, unceremoniously

By those who were

neither deprived nor deprivers

10th December, announced

like the birth of Christ

As if it would matter

As if they care.

domestic violence · happiness · humanity · lie · life · marriage · people · Poetry · poverty

A happy couple!

Down the lane of thunderland

Is a little portal that opens inwards

Even in the dark gloomy hours

Life blossoms Behind the closed doors

there lives an old shabby cobbler

They have seen him mending shoes

They have seen him tore and tight

But never did they see him sans a smile

There also lives an old lady, his wife probably

Sewing clothes all day all night long

She has not seen the world out a lot

But she speaks truth, wisdom whenever she does

They call them a happy couple

Happy sans pennies sans children sans much adieu

But do they lie?

earth · humanity · loneliness · Poetry

Alienated?

Eyes opened when it was still dark,
the night was whining making herself stark.
the moon was shining high, blowing winds in retard,
sun trapped between two hills in his backyard.
confusion persisted whether dawn followed or dusk preceded
somehow night and day felt succeeded.
in his own little yurt he felt uneasy,
the same old part of the globe once made him cosy.

the world had changed,
adaptation was far fetched.
a sudden cold wave had replaced the warm tropical breeze
somehow life around him had deceased.
where were the people who once resided the city?
the foul dead soil was feeling pity.
the scene was disturbing,
as if he was the left trash after a disaster curbing

his mind was all but numb,
no wonder he had throat choked of lump

somehow the calamity, the unknown and the nature had mated
in his own world, he was left alone, alienated…