A poem for peace

When the walls come cracking

And the children wailing

All girls and boys shouting                                     

The women are fainting

The blast is sounding

And the chaos looming

                    

 

In the centre of a war pending

The smiles of humanity ending

Some men are hiding

Thoughts of their children dying

Other men do the blasting

With heavy arms destroying

The milk in the heart is drying

The veins of comrades are shedding

 

And the centre not Imageholding

The devil is within and laughing

Ideals of brotherhood is perishing

Will it continue forever unending?

For today’s doings

Tomorrow’s misdeeds, surely appalling

Waters of destruction unrelenting

Love, mercy and pity fast vanishing

The crowd is dispersing

Innocent children enduring

The blood spill truly unforgiving

The earth is soiled and decaying

With human blood sorrowing

Let some true joy come rising

And hands be holding

For unity to start living

On the land of the beings

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These days

 

These days, freshness seem a thing of pride

 These days, my air is filled with glee

 These days, I see tomorrow a close stranger

These days, yesterday reminisce no more                                                                                                

These days, a dove tells me a story of happiness

 Could be true if within  

My intent terminates the regression

Pushing through infamous humility

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These days, presence amidst indignation

Perturbs originality so sublime

Weakens the toughest among the wilds

So gentle in the eyes of violence

These days I crave for a true friend long gone

With sobriety I pray thee return with strength

Thought unreachable far away

Indeed with us the vigour to thrive

 

A Shift

I smiled, though my veins jiggered but I laughed out loud

I peered over my shoulder and shredders of delight

Whelmed my empty entity

It was the joy my gut had ceased

Several years ago

Feelings ripped through my self-amputated consciousness

That I had long lost my inclinations

And my burning love had almost disappeared

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As I linger amid nowhere near recompense

A trembling string of nerve seem pulling me together

A lamp post ahead shines through its shadow

The joy that had made me, now crawls over head

All over with beaming echoes

The yield fails not

The path denies misguidance

What is left, but a shift?

MY LITTLE BIRD THING

 

As I was going to the stairs

My steps were steep

Slow and still

I saw a little bird thing sly

It perched at my door space

A little boy asked, as in wonder I stare

Do you want it stay?

It’s beautiful, it’s charming and sweet

It glitters in my eyes so

Its colours a thing of joy to say

How stiff it is, my heart sings

To have it stay and go no long speed

One step, two steps, and away it flew by the third step

See it fly, whispered something

 In the empty space above it swims

Where you can never see

Will I ever catch it smile?

I ponder and I sob

For the colours in my eyes will not seize

The purple it sparkles

I will never forget the silver

In black and white the body is stripped

The tail fan out with grey so sleek,

White, black and silver shining.

Will it go forever and I am sombre?