Spreading through the soil
they wait for that moment.
Now is that time!
To engage in selfless toil.
Creeping in one by one
into the monumental structure
it is now their dinner!
Nobody saw them get in
No one had watched their work booming
Nobody had any idea of their plans.
Web of disease engulfing body and mind
Guardians turning fickle leaving a culture eroded.
Wrongs not undone but stay to be the new rights.
Alarms not raised nor questions asked
as the edifice transforms into an anthill.
Can the aching heart anymore expect a revival?
Termites swarm on the remains
of pillars that had long held high
the wonders of wisdom and passion
once the world’s treasure chest
now stolen by trustees of era next.
Return to my shade
Oh my dear!
Quiet lies beneath it
Move away not!
Spend some more time
This afternoon it is sweltering hot.
Road ahead is rough
Path you traversed was tough
Wait under my canopy green
A flowing river away can be seen
A swing on the branch
for the boy will be great!
He can have fun
and get home before it is late
I will not for long
As the mall comes
in the square near
Probably the sky will be of
a different colour,
the air lighter, not smelling corpses
the water clear, not tasting blood
the grass green still, not burnt brown.
Food served after prayers
If those not silenced by explosions.
Cold nights under dark clouds
splashing waves clearing the boats
salty water showing the way to freedom.
Freedom in a world free of fear.
No one loses her dreams to someone’s choice
life would have a reason to live.
Heart never would beat faster than you run –
away from the sharp axes that follow
to chop tender wings and get away with
the grains collected when the sun was shining bright.
Heights beckon the pebbles small, glossy
They had left everything behind.
Once a big rock mighty, massive
View from the mountain
Was always unclear, hazy.
Usual, the desire to see the unseen
Taste the waters of rivers flowing fast
Soon, new ceases to exist; mummified, motionless
Like an old tree, flowers sparingly bloom
Nothing excites, only memories to long for.
Mere desperation does not move mountains
Not even pebbles; small, glossy
Good earth will hide them in her bosom
As heavy feet trod down upon them, hard
Dust covers them slowly
Slowly, slowly completely.
when the light around me goes off
when the sun goes down
but the stars fail to show up.
I walk forward with this
little lantern in my hand, glowing.
My eyes search around
again and again, but in vain.
Who was that
trying to blow off of the light
that shows the way to the feet
those had marched together to triumph
in times of nothingness and adversity?
Why was the flame
not allowed to blaze
in hope and unity
for they who longed and strived
for the prosperity of their lives?
Who is switching off the light
at the time to remember
the brave hearts who stood firm
in front of many challenges
emerging within and without ?
When did the fire die down
leaving the moon
covered in darknessof the clouds
filled withhopelessness, trustlessness
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from cold hearts await
my every action
I no longer trust
my hands and feet
I will fail, lose again
My mind will wander off.
I cannot bear this
Like ants crawling in a line
one after another
follow my thoughts
write those down
into a beautiful poem
My heart reasons with itself
through my verses
Must see the other side of this world
where only happiness exists
Page after page I browse
heavy books from the shelf
I find minds spinning, rolling
only to stand up
to run forward