Thunderous frowns darkened the sky
trees stood gloomy in a brooding silence
flowers doubted their wilting powers
to paint faded gardens all over again
The wind grew impatient waiting for spring.
the sea rumbled its discontent at the heavens.
and out of nowhere came flying a dove
peace written on every feather
love flowing from its soul
it kissed the clouds, the sky turned blue
happy trees turned green once more
flowers spread a carpet on Earth
gentle breezes rocked the sea to rest
the dove flew around on wings of hope
sharing the joy she had brought with her
till the happy echoes prompted heaven
to shower divine blessings on earthly beings
The dove, a messenger of the human heart
came to calm restless spirits
soothing troubled brows, bringing soft glows
her touch faded every sorrow
her breath melted the desert heat
the season transformed from sad to sweet
Let us build her a beautiful nest on Earth
so that she stays forever with us.
The bells toll
but these are of bicycles
Jostling and pushing each other
in their hurry to reach where ever.
Small tea-shops, odd assortment
of ties, lungi, vest and shoes
gossip centering around the news.
Bread and cheese ones, in swanky mansions
– the television juggling their views.
Money controlling facial gestures
Get – a smile, take – a frown
Changing mental wallpapers
The gory killing on the screen
neither shocks nor registers.
and no after effects.
cold blooded murder
yet not of the person they think it was
Murder of faith as men turn into mercenaries
Misled by hunger- induced hallucinatory
images of being missionaries
Murder of the lone human race
Why kill? Why want something
in exchange of a death?
Humble origins of homo sapiens
maybe we still carry
some blue-green algae in our bloody veins
Our fishes, our trees, our tribe
my land, my state, my country
to carry evolution forward
to safely hand over earth
to the unborn warriors
untaught in the chakravyuh of politics.
Exaggerating trivial issues
to the gory point
of a fellow being’s ultimate sacrifice
dividing lives into countries, faiths
amidst noise and hollow victories.
crafted with the essence of loss
of crushed, sacrificed, innocent buds.
This was the promised land
They too wanted to throw stones
into the pond
to take a rain walk
to dream in the moon shine
But they could not
For their life lines were cut with hateful blades
even though earth had enough