#thoughts

Hey! Said one in BLACK,
Looked rest amazed,
Reason was nothing special,
Than a sense of otherness!
Pity! one said-
When the BLACK was arrested,
Hands stepped backward,
Within the rest few meters…””

Thirsty, was a DALIT,
Who found water in a “temple”
Was too young, to survive –
“Heaven’s” CASTED shelter!

Ocean of “Humanity”,
Has nothing with lives,
For it’s just a motion,
Smiling in HUMANS sighs!

Saying it’s Normal,
To Brutalize!

Such immature are we humans,
Arguing over the Future-
Which is nothing more than,
Just a blurred picture.

Yet we argue,
Somewhat to secure our emotions,
Believing that abstract notion-
That has got its name as FUTURE.

Darkness and light

Is like winter and night,

All humans are just words;

Distorted and sold in fucking cups.

To find the substance

We maintain the balance,

Forgetting connection of souls,

In this world of machines and fools.

What if,

The nights of winter,

The warmth of heaters,

Mingles in the darkness,

Of “our” future?

Fête de lumière,

Comes for a while,

The ghost of our past

Is like a glass of wine.

In our silhouette future

Lives mumbling in fear,

Unknown of what drugs they live,

With pornographic notions of LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!!!

Is this even a purpose?
I doubt its depth,
Leaving behind ages,
We breathe in its edge…

Folks passing by,
Philosophy haunts the mind Equality lies as base,
Forgetting the fires of flames…

Was it worth,
Sharing the warmth with those shady figures?
Were the rugged life surface,
Only introduces “STRANGERS”!

Surviving as a docile love,
In a world of black doves-

Where thoughtfares of thought never visits,
In eyes of dreams within- bounded realms.

Suppressed a voice in the mist of hate,
Burns like a fire for the rest,

The plight of her,
Is to travel cloudless air,

And beneath her breathes-
The Monster’s Empire.

You live in water,
I live in ice,
Just different forms,
Of same kind.

Thou, love me with lips-
And, I with eyes,
Living under the brolly,
That shines bright.

Hidden, a soul in HER-
That desires the same,
But SHE resides in a world
Charged with games.

HER soul never postulates,
HER body is fragile,
And those eyes says.
‘You cannot climb high’.

But she gives a smile,
Blended with courage,
For she resides in a society-
That believes in revenge!

She desires…

She expresses…

What’s more needed is,

To understand…

We should make love to people

And not their organs….

– S.R

Road covered,
With withered leaves,
Presents the path,
That aloof others from their ease.

‘SHE’, as always defined-the ‘OTHER’, agonizes alone…
Fragments of her dream,
Made by people known.

Walking on the path aloof,
She imagines her dream and goal,
Termed by the ‘PROTECTORS’of our society,
As thought process with loopholes.

For ‘HER’,
She fancies she’s no longer the ‘OTHER’,
Failing to realise,
She’s only chirping without feathers,

Though fire in her eyes,
Yet ‘SHE’, is compelled to water her desires…..

– girl from an uncivilized world…(s.r).

Being alive is a flaw,
Where dreams are blown, Through a straw!

Like bubbles they blend in the air we breathe,
Whose dream is which no one is aware with.
The shimmering veil is what we perceive,
Betrayal is what we receive.

Abreast we all walk,
Yet not turning for a talk.
We all live a life we speak about, To others who doesn’t knows our whereabouts.

Eyes in night are full of dreams,
That always goes against our beliefs.
So, should we search for the life that blends,
In the world of dreams full of games?