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?
Pieces fallen one by one
Of her shattered heart
Between hopes and happiness
She lost everything she had
A long kept promise was finally broken
Together to grow old was their wish
But he ran a bit ahead of time
While she sleeps alone sobbing on her bed
He rests peacefully inside his coffin.
Hand in hand, grasped tightly,
Through the mellows and the fields,
Looking above in the darkened sky
With the stars sparkling bright
Making it the perfect night.
The warm breathes of lovers
With love bursting through
the moon light….
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.
February 13 Shoulda, woulda, coulda Tell us about something you know you should do . . . but don’t.
So many blessings,
the man is blessed with,
yet in his desire to have more,
in his greed to be superior,
in his lust of wealth and fame,
he transgresses all his limits,
in a world where there should
have existed peace and tranquility
we find blood and tyranny
for man has forgotten the blessings
he has been bestowed upon
and all he thinks is to steal
the blessings of others
Disclaimer : I never claimed to be a good poet but lately the poems I write are nothing but trash, I understand it, but that is the whole point of this writing challenge to push myself. The prompts are not meant for Poetry but yet each day I try to write something on these mundane prompts and that for me is something special. Thanks for reading anyways.
February 12 : All about you : Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.
When sadness consumes you,
your eyes become blind to happiness around you,
in pain and suffering you live,
with each passing day, you die a little bit more,
each morning sun ray, makes your body decay a bit more,
for in a state of grief you are drowned,
burdened by the shadows of the past,
regretting the mistakes that bite your conscious,
sucking every last bit of life from your soul….
in a need to break free, in a need to free myself,
in search for an escape, spilling everything I have held back,
in an attempt to live again, feel my heartbeat again,
I have embarked upon this journey of my own
a never ending travel, for now it seems,
but I strongly believe that one fine day,
my outside will truly reflect my inside,
one fine day, my heart would laugh,
without faking a moment of joy,
one fine day, I will come out of this pain,
I will come out of this vicious fire of my Melancholy.
February 11 : Whoa! What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?
Amid darkness I took shape
inside a slimy place
with a constant beating noise
the annoying echo of the fluid gushing around
so caught up and constrained,
nothing to see or feel,
in boredom and annoyance I began to kick
hither and thither everyplace I could reach
for days I kept on doing it
till I could finally take it no more
with all my might I began to push
lower and lower as much as I could
struggling through the narrow path
overcoming all the resistance it had
inch by inch I vigorously moved
till finally I could feel a chill on my head
for the first time I was away from all that sticky fluid
all that hard work finally was paying off
as I slowly broke free from the slimy cage
breathing the fresh air of freedom
with a wail of joy I began to cry
amid all the hardship and suffering
I finally won my long fought war
from the darkness of my mothers womb
I finally stepped into this beautiful world
such a moment it was, such a victory it was,
such a day it was, the best day of my life…
the day was when I was born…