Democracy

How can be Social Justice?

when few control many,

when masses are ignorant

To choose a man of no substance

man of no integrity as the weakest link

How can it be a democracy?

When strength of chain is the weakest link!

We chose, let us accept that

With ignorance

We are people of no substance

We are people of no understanding

Full of rage

Submersed in anger for our previous choices

Yet blaming others

We walk from one hole to another

Filled with dirt, filled with body wastes

Not knowing we are empty men, full of anger

Not recognizing we were the cause, we are the cause

When leaders are as empty as we

Self-centered, sold out to external lobby

Yet asking for social justice

We do not know democracy has been dead

In the field of our emptiness

Prediction

The day you died in my arms

From the lashes of night on day

I lost my confidence in Gods

The rise of sun did not

Bring me resolution as  

You faded away at dawn

Walking on dead leaves in breezy cold evening of fall

To listen to cry of trees and chirping birds

Never comforted me

The cracking bones in heart and soul

on border line of existence and nothingness

Absence of heart beat from moments when eyes are closed

in twilight of faith and blasphemy  goes a long way

Stop! Sky is falling, land is rising

This is the end you predicted before you and I were born

Shadow

Shadow of your presence

Dominated the truth

Beyond the clouds of doubts

Sun, was an idea

In the midst of chaos and despair

When life of a child

became cheaper than a cupcake.

The truth of you

Was lost when night

Imploded on earth

And you disappeared

In the mouth of the beast

My migration to inner world

To the ridge of sainthood and lunacy

To thin line of mirage and reality

Followed, blindfolded.

In a solitary cell

In refuge of inner me

Surviving soul cried load

To my companion silence

Calling on you to resurrect

From darkness to machinery of dominance

The scorpion of falsehood

Resonated with you

Explosion of dreams

In the womb of nightmare

Shone a beam of hope

On the end of a journey

On the annihilation, on nothingness.

Here, I am, again and again

In the womb of hope

To see your presence

A limerick in fantasy world

Scattered on shoulder is golden hair

Blessing of Gods with skin of fair

Wrapped in halo of grace and light

Calm and pleasant as breeze of night

Creation of spring, a breath of air

Woman of orange color

Bus did not stop at my station

It passed me through

A woman of orange color

With white hat and black dress

Asked for address, gazing in opposite direction

Gusty wind with no rain

Dark cloud of barren nature

Over shadowed me and the woman

In lust of fire and drought

Looked over the field of my vision

The address you are looking for

Is somewhere beyond me

Lost in the past with no future, no presence

“ Shadow”

Your shadow covered me for many years

In longest nights

In shortest days

With one goal in mind

To settle an old account of resentment

With the boldest face

With the bravest heart

With one spot in horizon

To take over the last remaining of ruins

With the softest touch

With the moistest lips

With one soul and body

To achieve an impossible task of many

In shadows of twilight

In glens of old memories

With one olive branch

To achieve the eternal peace with life