It is a wild-West there
So hold tight,
These trafficking thoughts
fretting and fuming
from a tired exhaust
held back forever on a changing light
More speeches more claps
More dead to fill
various news headlines
More falling from the safe haven
Expelled angels of a sinned sky
Blue sky turning red and yellow
Then black again in anticipation
World Crumbling and falling
with its rugged mountains
and volcanoes within
Yes It is a wild west there
Please hold tight–
“Going home again” “I mean your country ? ”
he smiled and asked.
standing at my own doorsteps
I searched my soul –
“Is that my country,
Where I need a visa even to enter
My birth place, a far away house
Mine no more,
In a faraway town full of stranger!
Not knowing, when and how long
can I stay there without a bother Hotels are perhaps the only places
Welcoming and comfortable!
This lush green England , this recluse of mine
Where I shut the door and leave world behind.
Yes, this is my home, my country I thought
where I live with family and friends!”
I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled
But before I could turn and reply
This friend of mine, a thorough gentleman
Whiplashed me in his most soothing voice
“Worry not my love.
Ignore all discrimination and abusive blabber
We British , after all, are very tolerant nation
Always nice to you all, foreigners!”
Swimming that dark, fluid river of sorrow
I have reached again shores of a thorny forest
in search of our all lost tomorrows.
Air is still heavy with stillness
Bleak without love, hatred or fear
A bloodshot sky, grilled with smoke.
Senses sane and intact, without sensitivity
Bleak eyes open, no hope yet
those dead hopes, breathing last
A red-hot tired sun scorching already burnt fields
A staunch, stink claiming all once beautiful and alive
Smiles and tears and those shredded dreams.
In this desolate realm of death
this faceless monster is having a feast
on crushed humanity and our endless greed.
The world is lost to a frenzied moment
Why this heart rendering cry now
Nobody is there to share the sorrow.
Dreams shattered, fume unburied.
What a waste of a civilisation!
my grieving mind in a whirl—
Think, mull and chew my pensive heart
It is a dawn whenever one wakes
let us all rise together !
Ambition must rectify, these killing games
These frenzied passtime must be stubbed.
life’s poignant seeds wither many a storm !
I am praying
with my eyes closed
Dreming with closed eyes
Yet frightened to open them
To face the reality
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