Cold breaths erupt from the heavy heart
Weight of the world lies upon the shoulder
Million and one things tire the little brain

Blank faces show volumes of feelings
So much of open space around
Yet the world seems so constrained

on pieces of broken glass
falls beams of dreams
scattering all around the place,
searching for a crevice to dwell.

Advertisements

Value

What is the value of Human life?
For selfish interests of few,
Millions of lives are sacrificed.
In the name of Religion and
In the name of World Peace;
In the name of Countering Terrorists and
In the name keeping safe the boundaries
All of it is alike, all of it is a crime,
For millions of children till now
Have been massacred,
What harm did they cause?
For millions of women till now
Have been raped and killed,
What chauvinism have you proved? 
Different names they wrap around
These inhumane acts of destruction
But they all lead to a similar end.
What have they achieved with power?
What have they achieved with Money?
What is the value of Human life?
Is there any answer to it?

Hungry Beggar

Dressed in torn clothes,
With a grimace of the face,
Uttering words of plead,
Roams around the old hungry beggar,
His skin wrapped around his bones,
With hardly any flesh in between.

Asking people for few coins,
So that he can feed himself some food ,
What else can he spend his money for,
A few coins won’t buy him anything,
Summer, winter or rain, everything is the same,
No shelter on his head, no place to reside.

“Why don’t you work? ”
“He’ll spend the money in evil”
Are the remarks of the miserly people,
Who spend their life in comfort and peace ,
Who cannot comprehend what poverty is,
Hiding behind sarcastic remarks,
All they do is save their money,
For who likes to give things for free?

In this world of greed and lust of money,
With a hope to get some pennies;
from the comfortably living wealthy beggars,
Roams around the poor hungry beggar.

Winter Delight

The stars fade away,
Welcoming the morning sky.
With the rays of the sun,
Ride along the fluffy clouds.
An air of freshness surrounds the earth,
As the fog slowly moves around.
The sweet chill of the morning breeze
Mixed with the warmth of a hot tea
With the birds chirping everywhere,
A serene way to enter the day.
What a delight to be alive.

Phillip Hughes

5476c529804d4 (1)

A dehydrated champion
splashing some water on his face
standing tall amid a fierce attack
killing every deadly blow with beauty
slashing at the low ones, cutting the high ones,
like an artist giving life to his canvas.
an undeniable promise of a bright future
with high hopes and big wings,
gliding through the clouds of success,
yet another day it was, holding strong he was,
one moment of rush and he fell on the ground,
waves of panic and worries flooded all around
with the prayers of the whole world behind
undefeated all his life, he lost his final fight,
but in a much better place, now he resides,
away from all the worries and troubles of this life,
in the hearts of ours he willl always reside,
as a young man with an overdose of talent,
Rest in peace dear young lad,
you’ll forever remain not out at sixty three.