Savings

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We spent time, energy, resources.

 We showed love, excitement, kindness.

 We had fear , hoplessness, fatigue.

 We hid hatred, disinterest, prejudice.

 We nurtured, we killed.

 We made, we destroyed.

 We slept , we had sleepless nights.

 Some consumed with war.

 While many others consumed by war.

 Neruda’s advice of keepng quiet

 Fell on the deaf ears.

 Nothing worked. 

What did we decide for this year?

If we can plan to save something for this year, 

For ourselves and others. 

May be a little love and kindness

That you all need and deserve.

If it is possible to put love 

Into the the things that we do.

If we can show a little kindness 

When we feel or are made to feel inadequate.

If we can reduce our svreen time, 

Sleep early and get up early.

Witness and live the slow and quiet morning.

Can we start our schools a little later?

Let the children immerse in the nature’s beauty.

Why can’t we give time to our family and friends?

Oh, can you stop giving all your time to the lifeless gadgets? 

When for the last time did you say;

“I love you” to your parents?

When did you hug them last time?

This mad rush! What for?

Let’s save LOVE, HOPE, PEACE, 

KINDNESS ,  PERSEVERANCE,and TIME. 

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Demystifying Winter

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Winter is beautiful.
Beauty attracts.
Attraction brings massacre.
Massacre is a tragedy.
Tragedy is life.


Winter is foggy.
Fog blinds.
Blind hides reality.
Reality is harsh.
Harsh is life. 


Muffled faces.
Covered bodies.
Shorter days.
Longer dark nights.
Dark is life.


Warm blankets.
Cozy beds.
Woollen wears.
Why does not every soul enjoy it? 
Selective is life. 


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Jack and Jill

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I am to tell you a tale.
A real one.
No allegory, neither metaphor or metonymy.

Sit here.
Don’t make noise.
Turn off your phone’s notifications.
Just for while.
Yes. Great!
You are a good human.

So, yes! We are not all same.
Just not at all.
Look at Jack!
He is tempted by wit and intelligence.
Rationality keeps him sane and sober.

But there is one problem.
He asks questions, jsut too many.
There is a bigger problem.
Can you guess?

Okay! I will tell you.
He is in land of nonsense.
A place where logic vanishes.
And questioning is banned.

Once he questions about the status quo.
A police of wolves chase him down
For daring to think and ask for the truth.

Little did he know. He is in a land;
Where truth is blurred
And answers are forbidden.

The jaded Jack before he gives up.
He runs through the labyrinth
Of lies, deceit and stately machinations.

I forgot to tell you about Jill.
This man always chills.
She thinks her world is an elyseum.

In this land, there is a statesman.
He promises a Utopia with a sly hand.
Jill believes his rhetoric.
And calls him a king.

A blasphemy is charged if anyone questions.
Accolades here, accolades there.
But to meet his needs Jill has no bills.

Jack is lost still in this madness.
In search of truth, he incessantly roams.
Will he ever reach his home?

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A Cobweb of Imagery

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Language and life unfiltered alike
Rhetorics winding around mind
Sermons ringing on the lips
Sinful and sacred or whatever.

Sketches on the patchy wall,
Symmetrical and asymmetrical designs-
Triangles, squares, rectangles
Unfathomable shapes!

Esoteric titles on the bookshelves
Many catching the eyes and minds
Rugged book covers; antiquated smells
Some pages yellow, eaten up by termites
To many hands never touched,
Fingers never flipped,
Funny yet witty and creative bookmarks,

Cracked jars in the kitchens
Coffee mugs unwashed for months
Clogged up kitchen sinks
Dust laden exhaust fans

Cobwebs closing the eyes of the windows
Eclipsing the light barging in
Shadows slightly visible

And me in the absolute osmosis
Of this hackneyed obscurity of light
Freed, lightened and purged
Assuming an unquestionable immortality

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Between War and Peace

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My quietness is no ego.
This is no war with the external world,
But a buffer zone for self-reflection —
A truce with the outer conflict.


At times, I turn a total recluse.
Fulminating seems not to be a solution.
I return to the inked pages,
And reading becomes survival.


I read random discourses
In an ascending order —
Beginning with the most esoteric one.
Why? Ease distracts; complexity holds tightly.


There is a constant battle,
An unsettling fear to win or lose.
I choose to lose.
Why? Buddha said,
“In a war of ego, the loser always wins.”


Decide for me, please:
What am I?
A loser or a winner?
I really don’t know.
I just read somewhere
Strength is found in quiet moments.

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Beyond the Lines of Time

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I see the blemishes on my face

Of stress, anxiety and of aging

These black and dark signs of decay

Attract my commensurate attention.

I am not alarmed at.

I am not perturbed.

I don’t even know 

what my stress is for.

All that I feel is to revert.

Revert to my childhood

To wake up and run

To the cheers of the birds 

To chase the twinkling of fireflies

To imagine and to dream

A realm of time and space

Where the metaphysics of hatred 

The thick dust of intolerance 

The impatient selfish rush for gain

DO NOT EXIST TO MY SENSES

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Purge

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The silence of the night distracts sleep.
Fan hovering above bickers badly
Slaughtering the sense of safety.
And who says peace is peaceful?

I seek chaos around.
The screams of happy faces.
Only darkness and no spirlaing light.
And who says blaze of the moon is soothing?

I am in shambles.
Do not count my wounds.
Time passing by in search of my healings.
And who says time heals everything?

Empower me, O Providence!
Let me purge language of its toxicity.
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Well, I Really Don’t Know What It is?

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The sick soul seeks an optimistism
That nothing fazes me and my belief
Like Palestinians who remain undazed
Amidst the constant fires and bombardments

I dared to see a future
Where the tides of destiny change
A change to bloody good
A change to bloody peaceful
So good so that I could understand
The simplicity of stars
The complexity of icebergs
The moon and the sun
And all that has between.
Well, there is no peace but a disgraceful chaos
Is order only a man’s dream?

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An Eternal Peace

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My vigour and buoyancy all seem to ebb away.
And the desire to feel alive goes astray
I feel no sound , I feel no sensation.
Why can’t I resist life’s persuasion?
A savage struggle for bare existence,
These bags of belongings are only resistance.
Who owns the sunshine, who owns the red wine?
My acquaintance with fear has kept me confined.
I can’t see the light, I don’t have the might.
Tell everyone, I do not want to fight.

Omit my footprints and pathways walked.
Stop predatory pains, don’t stalk.
I invoke you to help me write a song
That lulls me to sleep and eternal peace.

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