Flowers of my heart and other poems

 

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Yesterdays

Yesterdays are over
Overcame my tears
Teardrops  down in my  wishes
Wished to soar, my dream
Dreamland  so  very  far
Farthest is  but despair.

 

2

Dawn of hope

 

Real  warrior tries to fight

Wars  ,with  perseverance, for the goals

That his  heart did not set

Reins of control not in his hands

Terms of allegiance not in his words.

We really are puppets

In the hands of our present ; history tomorrow,

Yet  we struggle

Joining pieces of   broken  dreams

Glued   together as a wish  unfulfilled.

Wandering winds  know not

Where they go, yet they set off the sails

Of ships that  seek victory

Tides fear the wind

The wind  knows not itself.

Why do we pursue goals unknown

Still we hope that what we do

is for our beloved ones

By travelling roads unfamiliar

Only to find no one waiting there.

Resort  to eternal truth

As  nothing stays stronger than hope

For tomorrows better

Let dawns bring light

Let waters ripple with music.

3

Flowers of my heart

Why my heart feels heavy?

Why my feet forget  to walk?

Where are the roses?

Where is the music?

Why am I lost in thoughts  that I fear most.

 

Words remain imprisoned;

Out of my heart comes my tears.

My silence tries to tell

All the stories I know

Sing many sweet songs for you.

 

Yet  I long for light

To shine on my face

To make me see the beauty

Of love in the hearts

Of people for whom I have a place.

 

Are the dark  shadows gone?

No  more scary thoughts!

With all the glory

And all the colors

My heart blooms into fragrant  flowers.

  Water and future

Water was becoming a precious resource in the village.

Wells had dried up. River was a watery  line.

Most of the cows were sold off and the rest were dead with the land turning barren, devoid of anything green.

“Our fields got no water for most part of the year . we have only but rocks at the bottom of our wells, to moan about.

How do we live if the crops fail?

Mother nature is so harsh on us!!”

She could no longer remain silent.

 

“None of you seem to remember how harsh you were to mother nature. None of you seem to bother about indiscriminate digging of tube wells or mining sand from the river bed or building water front apartments on the river bank.”

She was quivering with anger and sadness.

“ don’t make a scene. Our leaders have made  arrangements

Though we will have to fund the water bought from next state.”

She was not looking for a knight. She was looking for a sword.

She  shouted out loud. “  Really ! but how  long  this can go on..

Save water ! save  earth!”

Her voice faded away in the sound  of  the band played to welcome the water train.

We need no hunger!

 

A very tiring day indeed. Dr.Rarepland sank into his cushioned recliner. He was too tired doing so many trials and plenty of errors in the lab.
His coat , now blue and violet stained by solvents and solutions had not seen soap and water for several weeks now. Dr RP was brilliant and hardworking. A real genius in plant science ,something more than just botany.
Plant science + money + fame , is what Dr.Rarepland likes.
Ferns ,trees ,water plants and types of crops… there were many researches conducted by the professor on a variety of topics. Dr RP was honoured and respected widely. Genetically modified crops seemed to be his passion. This was how he tried to bring about assured food for millions across the globe.
Resistant to pests and climate changes ‘Sudh ‘ was being expected to revolutionize rice cultivation . RP was the brain that had set up the action plan for developing “ Sudh”. His young energetic assistants had toiled day and night trying to find a source for enough food for the people.
“ In a rising economy like ours rural population starves often .why ? Here many lives go under nourished because just too many mouths to feed with too less grains. “ Dr. RP spoke eloquently about the need for producing more rice so that everyone ‘s stomach is filled . Cameras zoomed on RP’s face. Press quoted his research papers.
“Please excuse the professor. He is very busy. “ His assistant Asmathi.B. made haste. “ Only in our lab first such ear of paddy will be produced which will be having grains as big as mangoes. “Sudh “ will repeatedly yield in all seasons. “
“We are trying to mix the qualities found in rice and mangoes.” B.Asmathi was trying to say that the answer for hunger was emerging in their lab.
All those who had gathered for the talk were welcomed for dinner.
Stray dogs feasted themselves with the huge pile of food wasted at the end of the dinner. Dogs were howling , growling ,barking yelping and in between biting each other and gnawing chicken thighs , bones salads and Spanish delight. Rats demanded rice , rotis and lentils as their share. Some street children duped the dogs and managed to run away with some fruits or their pieces.
Dr.RP and his ill motived team were as busy as the street dogs. Overcome by hunger ,subdued by greed ; for money and fame. Seated across Dr.RP was Dr. Sealdeal , head of Biocrooks a western agency that promised unimaginable rewards for passing the secret formulae developed by some of those people whose brains could be drained by attractive opportunities . For them such offers appear to erase all thoughts of one’s nation , brothers and virtues. Dr.RP now looked like one such.
Country , patriotism these matters were not matters of any soft sentiments for the professor now. Friends colleagues and family will have to be told a convincing story about how a rival team from across the Atlantic had infiltrated germs into the lab and sabotaged the experiments.
“Best traits of both mango and paddy will be put together to create a new variety of rice. Educated people definitely will appreciate my efforts to find a solution for world’s biggest problem – hunger. I will feed starving millions. Thousand times each grain of rice will expand , when boiled. Rice will contain all vitamins and minerals of mangoes. To serve humanity is my mission.” Dr.RP rose from his seat with outstretched right hand pointed towards Dr Sealdeal .
“Thank you Dr.Rarepland , we are extremely delighted to associate the tasks at Biocrook with the research you are heading . Dr.RP , we assure you the best facilities in our labs. Also high paychecks , media publicity , cooperation of master minds from all over the world.
You just have to sign the papers which we will e-mail you in the days to come. Our team of experts will inspect your lab to evaluate each step in developing ‘Sudh’. We will take care of licenses , approvals , registrations , trade marks patents everything. Plenty of cash and recognition and powerful positions in high offices of UN that deals with food for the world. Our gratitude will be enormous.” Said Dr.Sealdeal firmly shaking RP’s hand.
However Dr.Sealdeal was directing a drama , the climax of which only he knew . Dr.RP was falling into the trap like an ant into sugar syrup. When a few dollars began to be credited in his bank account that Sealdeal had opened for him at Rawberri island, RP became convinced that his lucky stars had begun to shine.
True to his word RP worked hard , releasing details of his experiments to Biocrook regularly. He read and researched , experimented and got models programmed on computer , made lengthy calculations and drew diagrams, mixed chemicals , burnt holes on his coat and broke test tubes . His personal life suffered too.
He put on weight without any exercise . His grey beard became very long . He forgot to change his clothes and slept for only a few hours. His wife left.
Biocrook’s experts visited the lab at regular intervals returning with data copied onto storage devices. But the professor did not pay any attention on this. He was busy conducting experiments one after another. Dr. RP dreamed of becoming rich and receiving awards . He felt that he will be honored by the entire world.
In a very delicate trap Dr.Sealdeal had now entangled Dr .RP . Like a fly caught in a spider’s web RP was trapped by greed for money and fame. The drums of celebrations were roaring in RP’s ears which he had mistaken for the crashing thud of his dreams. The doorbell rang . A cook opened the door through which uniformed officers spread into different rooms of RP’s lab which had recently become his residence too. They had got information about RP’s bank transactions in the Rawberri island.
RP was devastated.
RP’s lab was sealed and watched constantly by guards. RP went to prison for amassing too much wealth. His career and reputation was gone. Media enjoyed generating breaking news . social media created posts which went viral. The public was eager to finish off Dr.RP whom they had held in high esteem till the previous week.
The world just runs after winners. It celebrates their every new day. Right now TV screens flashed the day’s breaking news . Reporters struggled to get near the news maker .
Winner of this year’s “CROP SAVIOUR OF THE WORLD “ award ,Dr.Sealdeal !
“ Dr.Sealdeal develops a super crop that will make nutritious meal for millions .” Reporting details of Dr.Sealdeal’s magic crop “MANGRI” set all channel’s viewers glued to their television screens and smart gadgets.
Right from the gate of the arrival terminal of the airport a huge gathering waited to welcome Dr.Sealdeal to India. It is were Dr.sealdeal was going to set up an experimental farm to plant a thousand saplings of Mangri. He was garlanded by ministers , leaders and public figures. Beautiful girls in colorful traditional clothes danced. Band played. Caparisoned elephants , grand horses and various art forms filled the road from the airport to “ The national hall ’
“Open your new life style. Eat Mangri ! Be healthy. We are deeply indebted to the people of this great nation for your trust in us and our grain variant Mangri “ . Dr.Sealdal continued amidst long periods of loud applause. The national guest seemed to promise a bright future with a hunger free world.
Removing his spectacles Dr. RP sighed heavily as he tossed the news paper to a fellow prisoner.
“Why do you look so crestfallen? Oh! Learned professor! What happened to you? Was there any terrible news in the newspaper today? Every day you would search for news on some rice which resembles mangoes “ said Redy Meel a fellow prisoner as he glanced at the newspaper.
RP was lost in thoughts. It was most unbearable for him. He was cheated , trapped , his dreams shattered , career ruined and family gone. But only he was to be blamed for his down fall. Tears welled up in his eyes. Nobody heard him whisper to himself .
“I wish i could go back in time”
Others had risen to queue up for food. Not feeling hungry, RP chose to remain where he sat. Redy Meel had brought a laddoo after lunch . He offered it to RP. “ Take this sir. It is national celebration sweet. someone has invented some rice that tastes like mango. Whatever crop is cultivated ; whichever grain is harvested we always get to eat to our fill here. I always finish off whatever I get. I used to steal for food but now I get food so I need not steal.
Eat this sir ! You are really weak. Saying this Redy waited for the professor to respond. RP turned his face towards the wall and waved his hand back and forth asking Redy to leave him alone.
Redy shrugged his shoulders and popped the sweet into his own mouth.
“Now tell me Oh! learned person, do we eat to live or live to eat ?
Either way
The food is the star.
Without which we will be no more
Reason of every war
To get only the share
Be it food or water
We need no hunger.”
Redy walked away singing.

തിര പറഞ്ഞ കഥ

ഒന്നൊന്നായി  ഉയരുന്ന തിരകൾ .                    ചിതറുന്ന വെളിച്ചം .

സുന്ദരമായ നീലക്കടൽ  തീരത്തലയടിച്ചുയർന്നു  മെല്ലെ പിന്തിരിയുന്നു.

 ദൂരെ  ശക്തമായ  കാറ്റ്  തിരകളിലൂടെ പായ്‌വഞ്ചികളെ  ഓടിക്കുന്നു .
ജലോപരിതലത്തിലേക്ക് താഴ്ന്നു പറന്നു മത്സ്യങ്ങളെ ഇരയാക്കുന്ന പക്ഷികൾ .
സ്വർണ്ണനിറത്തിൽ  വെള്ളി അലങ്കാരം
സൂര്യശോഭ  കൂടുതൽ ചുവന്നു തുടുത്തു .
സായാഹ്നസവാരിക്കു  വന്ന ആളുകളുടെ തിരക്കിൽ തീരം മുങ്ങാൻ തുടങ്ങി .
” ഇന്ന് മാലിന്യം ശേഖരിക്കേണ്ടത് നീയാണ് മെർലിൻ “
അമ്മയുടെ ശബ്‍ദം  കേട്ടു  മെർലിൻ നീന്തിച്ചെന്നു .
“‘അമ്മ എപ്പോൾ  വന്നു?”
“ഇന്നലെ സുഖമില്ലാതായ  ഡോൺ ചേട്ടനെ കണ്ടോ?”
“കണ്ടു.
ശരീരമാസകലം കറുത്ത എണ്ണ  പുരണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നു!
പാവം . നീന്താനാവാതെ ഒരു ഡോൾഫിൻ എന്ത് ചെയ്യും?
സൂക്ഷിച്ചു വേണം നീയും പോയവരാൻ .”
“ശരിയമ്മേ “
മെർലിൻ തീരം ലക്ഷ്യമാക്കി നീന്താൻ തുടങ്ങി .
നിധികാക്കുന്ന  നീരാളി സംസാരിക്കുന്നതിനിടയിൽ രോഷം കൊണ്ട് എട്ടു കൈകളും ആഞ്ഞു വീശി .
” ആമസണ്ണൻറെ  മരണത്തിനുത്തരവാദികളെ ഞെക്കികൊല്ലുക .”
സ്രാവ് ആരോടെന്നില്ലാതെ പറഞ്ഞു
“തോടുണ്ടെന്നു  അഹങ്കരിച്ചതാ ….. പക്ഷെ പ്ലാസ്റ്റിക് തിന്നാൽ ചത്തതു  തന്നെ..”
“ഈ കടലില്ലെങ്കിൽ  നമ്മളുണ്ടോ?…  മഴയുണ്ടോ?… കാറ്റുണ്ടോ ?…
പിന്നെ ഈ കരയാകുന്ന  ഭൂമി യുണ്ടോ?…”
കുഞ്ഞു മത്സ്യങ്ങൾ  വേഗം നീന്തുന്നതിനിടയിൽ തിരിഞ്ഞു നോക്കി . ഒരു ഭീമൻ കപ്പൽ ഒച്ചയുണ്ടാക്കികൊണ്ടു അവരെ പിടികൂടാൻ  വരുന്നുണ്ട് .
“ഒഴുക്കിനെതിരെ നീന്തുന്നതായിരുന്നു  ഇതിലും ഭേദം .
ഇവിടെ ഒളിച്ചിരിക്കാൻ പോലും ഒന്നുമില്ല .”

സുന്ദരമായ പവിഴപ്പുറ്റുകൾ സകലതും ദ്രവിച്ചു പോയി.

 ഒരു കാലത്തു  വന്നിടിക്കുന്ന കൂറ്റൻ പായ്ക്കപ്പലുകളെ  ചിന്നഭിന്നമാക്കിയിരുന്ന അവ മനുഷ്യർ കടലിൽ തള്ളിയ  മാലിന്യത്താൽ തകർന്നു .
“നമുക്ക് കൂടില്ലാതായി .”

വെളുത്ത  മീനുകൾ ഒരു തകർന്ന വിമാനത്തിൻറെ ഉള്ളിൽ കയറി ഒളിച്ചു .

കറുത്ത മുഖംമൂടികൾ അവിടെ ഞാന്നു കിടന്നാടി .
     സുഖമുള്ള കടൽക്കാറ്റേറ്റു  നടക്കാൻ വന്നവരുടെ തിരക്കിൽ തീരം കൂടുതൽ ശബ്ദായമാനമായി . തിരകളുടെ താളം ആരും കേട്ടില്ല. തീരത്തെ കുടിലുകളിൽ  വിശപ്പിൻറെവിളി ഉയരുന്നതും ആരും കേട്ടില്ല; കടലമ്മ പോലും .
മെർലിൻ തൻറെ  വാലുകൊണ്ട്  തൻറെ  ചുറ്റും ഒഴുകി നീങ്ങുന്ന  തിരസ്ക്കരിക്കപ്പെട്ട പ്ലാസ്റ്റിക് വസ്തുക്കൾ  ശേഖരിച്ചു സൂക്ഷിക്കാനായി തകർന്ന യുദ്ധക്കപ്പലിലേക്കു  നീന്തി . പെട്ടെന്നു  കാഴ്ച  മറച്ചു കൊണ്ട്  പ്ലാസ്റ്റിക്  കണങ്ങൾ  മൂടൽ മഞ്ഞുപോലെ നിറഞ്ഞു . മെർലിനു  ശ്വാസം മുട്ടി .
ബോധം കെട്ടുപോയ മെർലിൻ  തീരത്തടിഞ്ഞു .
അവളുടെ വാൽ  തൂക്കിയെടുത്തു ഒരാൾ അവളെ കരയിലേക്ക് എറിഞ്ഞു .
തുടർച്ചയായി മിന്നുന്ന മൊബൈൽ ക്യാമറ  ഫ്ലാഷുകൾ  ചുവന്നു തിളങ്ങുന്ന മണൽത്തരികൾക്കു  രത്ന ശോഭയേകി . മെർലിൻ തൻറെ  രത്നക്കുപ്പായത്തിനുള്ളിൽ  നെഞ്ചുപൊട്ടിക്കരഞ്ഞു  കടലമ്മയെ വിളിച്ചു.
സമുദ്രം  പിൻവലിയുന്നതു തീരത്തു കൂടിനിന്നവർ കണ്ടില്ല. അവർ സെൽഫി യെടുക്കുന്ന  തിരക്കിലായിരുന്നു ……
സുനാമി  തിരകൾ തിരികെ പോയപ്പോൾ  മെർലിനെ  സുരക്ഷിതയായി അവളുടെ വീട്ടിലെത്തിച്ചു .

 

അവലംബം

http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-national/microplastic-particles-clogging-oceans/article17350108.ece

 

നാളേക്കുവേണ്ടി…..

The rain of peace

Music to ears, the raindrops fall
Over the trees and manmade towers.
Nothing goes untouched by the spray
That tries to clean every mind and soul:
Where only grime clogs,
Where remains the outlets blocked.
What can rain do but sink deep or
Wander along channels and back to sea.

Give space in your hearts.
Let the cool drops drizzle upon your thoughts
Soak everything hard and stiff
Until it flows as tiny streams.
Wash away the greed
Wipe clean all anger
Fill the hollows of earth with love
Cover the craters of agony with kindness.
When the clouds of intolerance accumulate
When thunder proclaims inequality
And cyclone of injustice brews
Let us hope for peace to shower
Upon you and me.
Gently……

Inside

 

The war inside

Only the feet  set out for the journey

Right and left together

Went in directions their own

Always thinking was  the head

Kept working  were the hands

The mouth is tired  talking

Eyes chose to remain shut

Very loud ; the ears stressed

Nose forgot to   sniff out the problem

The broken heart pounded

As the lungs heaved   every  breath

Real war of feelings inside

The soul left all alone.

 

 

Growing up

Road to the mountains only go up
Climb them
Tedious curves
Every breath finds it tough
With rising heights
Decision to reach the summit
As I grow up.

Pages of truth

“Did  getting an interesting book from the library take this much time for you? ”

“What  great fun is  there in books ?”

“How can  people get so affected  by other people’s thoughts?, perhaps it’s all only their imagination!”

“No one will second your idea to stay  back here alone with some  faded pages for company . Forbidden world for you is our fine kingdom of these narrow dirty lanes . Every where we    are reigning as ‘terror boys’. “

“Set route for  us   to get into the shopping centre.   Lights will be  switched off there after midnight. “

Jina turned.

“Only use torch light to see. Festival season services and sales   assure heavy cash coming  into the shops. Get ready  fast guys , great fortune is awaiting us.”                                                                                                       “Edit instructions that I give in case there is need to save yourselves .”

Jina  paused for breath .

“ Udit , Kiesul get  the tools ready.”                                                             “Biko ! are you  sleeping ?”Jina shouted.

“No “ said Biko without lifting his head from the book that was in his lap.

Into his mind nothing else had entered . His  lips were speaking on their own.

Books  breathed joy into his soul. Rushing through the book  Kiesul   remarked  “oh! Pages sent to give me headache. My gods! Nothing better you can do?”.       Kiesul threw the “thing” on to the floor.

To hawk plaster of Paris idols was never his favourite time pass but hard business for keeping himself  alive

.

Ugly broken plaster dolls kept under the   old shelf awaited unknown future like the boys.

Nothing calmed Biko’s mind like books.  Getting second hand readable books from the vendor on the sidewalk  , read and return every Saturday for free.Biko called it the library. His mates didn’t bother to find out more. Biko read  books  all the free time he got.

Udit and Kiesul were ready for riding the dangerous track of destroying oneself.       Biko  read ,read until he fell asleep.

A loud knock on the tin door startled Biko. Suddenly he jumped to his feet.

From   outside emerged two policemen , one  sporting  the lathi in his left hand. soon Biko joined  Jina in the police station. The policemen were on the trail of Udit and Kiesul.

“Young men enjoy yourselves   till we find the other two. The sooner you give their details the less number of slaps I will give you. “                     The policeman shouted.

Time entered only very slowly, breaths seemed unable to travel into their lungs.

 

“You    urchin  you  are incredible. your photo is in today’s paper.  So you write  serious stuff during daytime and do serious crime at night.  “

The inspector  thought for a while before dialing on his mobile .

 

Jina  showed more regret  on  having  served as the one who  created trouble   for sensitive  innocent Biko than for his own wrong deeds.

“ Sir  Biko is not one among us, we are simply roommates just friends sharing a small dark damp room “

 

 

“Read to win”  had selected  Biko  as the overall champion in the national essay contest .I had the opportunity to give  him the medal.  Don’t you remember me? Am I  not correct?”

Asked the commissioner. Biko was  brought there by the inspector.

 

 

A car pulled up in front of the court for youngsters. “Sir are we late ? ”

No they have just finished the  procedures. We were at a vending machine. Biko now you are going with Mr. Das. Their trust will help you to build a  bright future.”

The inspector huggedBiko

“Good bye.”

 

Poems and more

 

1

Death of a cockroach

Today roaming in the toilet
I saw her
Pears soap lather made me jump
She saw me
You cockroach! came her scream
Her slippers killed me.

2
Dreams
When bubbles make their way up in the air
Soon there will be nothing but vapour
Dreams can only float higher
And drop suddenly down in despair
Steal your courage ,hope and vigour
But nothing is lost for ever.
3
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Will air ever enter our noses?
will our lungs begin to breathe?
sew for us new clothes and get us our boots
open our wardrobes, the watches are there
lipstick, heels and accessories are enough, gloss too
take us out to the city; as we see, life blooms there
no more the silence of the farm after   sunset
every light in the streets twinkle, billboards glow
revelry lasts past midnight,
day breaks with swiftness
draft plans, set goals, go for it, achieve! party tonight.
away from the hustle,bustle, sirens,whistles
do we need anything but retire to quietness?
under a sky fading grey like our memories,old
remembering days we had danced for long
sweets after special events, drinks and desserts
run away and find the lives we liked to live
every story of success belongs to those who free
their hearts, move their feet towards dreams
stare hard not on failures and get rooted
to be ignored in rain and sun like scarecrows.
4
The Knight and the princess
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“ Dukes , lords , noble men

People royal with swords that shine

Save me from this monster green

Tonight I need not be his bread to dine.”

Boys threw stones big and small

Shoes from every foot fell

“Men ! kill the dragon now ! you all.”

Out from his mouth came flames like hell.

Princess screamed loudly

Away stood cowards silent

The knight marched proudly

In each step looking valiant.

“Killing creatures is rude ? not for me

Wrestle with my weapon , you chameleon

Wedding bells ring for me and she

Run for your life you winged watermelon.”

“Help me princess ,save my life

Accept our call to speak for animal rights

I bet you ‘l l choose fame than be his wife

With me you can lead our fights

Time is less ,seats are full

Dirty fellows l will kill .”

The princess bowed to the people

And flew over the knight for the new thrill.

Earth – a memory

 

The calf runs happily

Water dries suddenly

Slow runs the cow as it sees her disappointed calf.

Did the river come to her calf?

Did the fountains spray on the calf?

No, it is only the burning land crying of thirst.

All goats, horses, deer and birds;

Trees they sit and sing;

Drowning in the tears, helplessly.

Earth will be a memory in green and blue.

 

Man building dwelling places

Gliding in space, with antennae.

“A time was there when man lived on earth.”

Said granny floating by;

In her space suit very shiny.

“Neither you  nor me were lucky;

To live on earth our  home for   ages.

Just the glass slides and jars;

We had never known

The warmth or safety of a mother’s womb.

 

Every rose must wither

Every tree must fall

But to give their lives

To   new lives  on  earth.

Utter greatness   of rising sun

Jewels the   dewdrops form

Dancing   peacocks and roses   red

Waves and sprawling meadows green

Earth was our sea of beauty  , of love

Of life, that we wasted on our greed.

 

Alas ! came the time to forget our earth

With gaping black holes ahead

War and  plastic were going to space

Along with mommy Ms.Selfish;

Cows are not needed there nor water

Touch, swipe  want more ? tap screen for anything  …

Good and truthful lost hope

To live among  stars

To  head for another catastrophe

Green is no where ;not in memory  too

Any chances to live?

Every morning is beautiful,  trees swinging their leaves to welcome the fine day , each  time , sweet dew drops shimmer in the golden rays  of sun rewinding the memories of my education about urban lifestyles. According to experts cities will groan  with diseases caused by ruthless handling of nature by  humans.

Green cover of earth has ripped open in several places. Skyscrapers  rise   challenging both heaven and earth. Fortunate are those who sit beneath the cool shade of trees.

Roar of outside world pierces into every ear ,no  matter whether man or animal. Silence has become something unheard of. More happiness lies in more noise. High volume festivities and busy streets   with traffic expressed in high decibels pierce your ear drums.

Urban life demands the thoughts be on self than on the society.  Reduce own garbage by throwing it into public places. Alas ! where will everyone throw the filth settled down in the heart?

Birth takes    us into this world of threatening suppression of  justice; as race ,gender ,efficiency being  ranked by those who  built binding walls of classification. The cities draw   straight  line between  rich and poor. Money defines you here.

Sometimes only perfect  people seem to be present everywhere; in  news, in live shows ; you find only  winners .where are those who did not make it ? The ones who could not sip from the cup of success. ? It is only the champion who is  fondly crowned.  For the ones who couldn’t become rich or famous   ; pity was bestowed generously ; only to forget their struggle .

Success stories flap their rosy wings glittering with selfies and hollow emojis far and wide across social media. Grief and tragedy seek likes , more   than response from good Samaritans.

Rights   determine few duties also . Ecology is  more important than economy, ponds and lakes give way to airports. Documentaries say heat waves will dry fry earth.

Listed  just a few errors man made while trying to bring control over earth.

Is selfishness finding the way up , soon to be the most desired feature  of humans ?  to become  lords of the universe ,  but sure to  be dethroned in no time.