Life

Look carefully at this photo. That’s life. When I took this photo in the wilderness of Africa I never thought it could have any meaning at all. It was just a photo back then. That is all. I was young, life was beautiful, days were brilliant, nights were nice and stars shown bright.

But now when I see the same photo it gives me a different meaning. It speaks to me. It is as if it wants to communicate. A mirror of life? may be.

When we grow older this is what life looks like. It’s a mess. Sometimes it can be ugly. Sometimes we are made to run like a headless chicken. We run and run and run. There is no end. We run again. We run until our legs get weaker and numb. Then we are buried. That’s where the running ends.

One life; that’s all we got. It’s not ‘we’ that decide how to live. It’s always the ‘others’. Believe it or not, we live for others, in one way or the other.

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A husband to his dear wife…

I just don’t know how to say
and I am bad in expressing myself
but if you look me in my eyes
everything that glitters says it all.
Every spark has your name on it.

I need you by my side
I can treat you like a child
If only you could hear my heartbeat
you will hear your name out loud

If you want me to say
“I love you” the whole day
I can, but I know deep within
I love you more than that.

Last time I checked I had two…!!

Console me

Dear Diary,

Sorry, it’s been ages since I last turned pages. It’s been very hectic. I mean it. There is something called mental tiredness which by all means is more stressful than the physical tiredness any man can endure. Although I have all the happiness in this world that I had longed for I still feel lonely sometimes. There is something amiss. There is this piece of puzzle that has gone missing. I can’t find it. I hoped to see something nice in the previous pages but in vain. It’s not your fault. I only write down my sorrows. When I am happy I don’t even feel you sitting next to me.

But anyway, a friend in need is a friend indeed. You have never let me down when I craved for solace. You’ve always been there. You have lent me your ears. Though, at times I have seen it bleed you’ve never complained. You’re like my dumb friend on a fishing trip.  I enjoy talking and you care a damn.

HUH! I am relaxed now. Sometimes we need to talk the s##t out to feel better. See, I am up and running, ready to rock! Thank you dear diary for taking my s##t! Go clean yourself now  😉 I may need you again!

Hey! Hey! Best friends remember? Take it easy now. Cheers! 🙂

Mad dog

A mad dog is out
on a killing spree tonight
One down, two down
you can hear them scream and shout

No, you can’t tame it.
No, you can’t be friends.
No, you can’t kill it now;
the chosen ones are sent

Tick tok, tick tok
People like to talk.
Everything has a beginning
and everything has to end.

The river!

A mighty river that will dry up soon
shall unveil its treasure: A mountain of gold.
People will fight and killings will rise
thus, take no gold, the wise man told.

Be warned if you see this day
for great wars are on its way
Ninety nine of every hundred will die
none will be left to sit and cry.

 

 

Chaos – Who is the kingpin?

A tiny king that slept for years
Little by little that stole the lands
Dreamt of having a kingdom vast
Set the stage and finalized the cast

‘A broken mirror can be fixed
but the cracks will still remain’
A piece of advice his father had taught
now came in handy for brothers to part.

He dug a whole and others fell
He dug more wholes along the way
one by one those fools fell
He laughed out loud and cracked the shell.

Kings of east and kings of west
gave him ships and horsemen best
Money, men and a crooked mind
His other face none will find.

Prophets came and prophets gone
Time has come to blow the horn
darkest hours any man has seen
will bury the tiny king and his dean.

 

Middle East

They say they saw a rat crawling in
So they brought the glass house down
But they found no rat, no mouse and no mice
So they brought the city lights down!

 

 

Rohingya

I saw hell fire, here on earth, to my east
No guards, no gates, just this skinhead beast
Innocents were burnt; few were slaughtered
Women were raped and children were torched

What was their crime I wonder
Is it poverty and hunger?
No one to listen; nothing to heed.
‘If someone is hurt let them bleed’?!!

The Eagle closed its eyes; tigers roared them out
Kings of white land had no say
Coz it wasn’t worth a battle to be fought
while the scrawny hypocrite just walked away.

 

 

Journey

After a long exhausting journey I reached the crossroads
as tired as I was, this didn’t bring me any joy.
There was a milestone, half white and washed
and no other sign boards that I can see of.

I buried my face in my hands but I couldn’t close my eyes
For it wasn’t yet time to call it a night.
The journey, I thought would soon end
have only just begun.

I don’t know how far or for how many nights
I don’t know how long this journey would take
I talk not as if I have a choice
I got to bear it all.