HUMANITY

So beautiful and graceful
the world has become,
economically awesome
but humanely gruesome.

Like night has to gather
like clouds have to rain
like pain has to prevail
death has to occur.

So why is there
no time for the dead
no one in the church
no one attending a cremation.

Why is this world so pretentious
nothing but a feigned caress,
a fake tear blossoming from the eye?

People talking over the dead
laughing over the very coffin
and nowhere else
but in the House of Christ itself.

Disgusting is the word
that comes to mind
when I see all these pretensions.

Is there no reason left
to cry for those
never coming back?

Has the humanity gone
like tsunami in the Indian ocean?

Is there no groping around
looking for a reason
to adjust yourself
in the absence of a beloved?

No more pain no more tears
all humans care about
is a stupid fear.

Homework not done,
boyfriend's with another girl,
an essay left undone,
physics not learnt.

Is that life?
Is that the only motive to survive?

God save this world.
In your own home
they go without a soul.
In your own lap
they climb to escape a trap.

Save this world,
no human is here
only the mutant spawn
crushing humanity,
asphyxiating rationality,
and spreading in this world
all the anti-God, anti-human spirit
so that love is executed
and in its place left behind
is nothing but an emotionless,
inhumane lie!

WHERE'S THE REASON?

Is this a lonely bush 

I do not shed a single tear

for there is not a strength to waste.

I'm not alone

for I have myself. 

I'm not lost 

because I know where I am

And where I have to go.

But in this strange array of thoughtfulness

I have lost the answer 

to the one question that matters the most.

'Who am I?'

My story has become so great

that I have become insignificant.

I'm not miserable

I've just lost my purpose.

Where the direction leads 

I just appeared at a crisscross.

I know where to go

but I can't find the reason to go.

When mind loses its trajectory

when life becomes a meaningless 3-D.

I know the answer

but not the question.

I know the code

but the quest is lost.

I know my way

but the meaning has faded away.

And no I'm not lost 

I have my senses

But no I can't win

because I don't see the reason to fight.

No I'm not alone

I have my thoughts

with a promise of sticking around forever.

I have my memories 

that will last a lifetime.

I'm not friendless

I have my imagination.

I'm not a kid 

but no I'm not mature.

I'm not dangling in mid air

my feet are firmly on the ground

But I've lost the ability to make them move.

I'm not mindless

but my mind's stopped working.

My story's become so great

that suddenly 

I find myself insignificant... 

Memories

It's a strange place, this world 
where all the happiness
ends up in don't-remind-me-of-that account.


When memories become pain
when good moments bring tears 
when love gets lost
when life becomes a punishment.


Great is the memory of heart,
greater even than that of brain
that it stores each moment
and shows it with impeccable clarity
even a million years late.


When occasions become I-miss-you days
when dreams become wish-you-were-here messages
when darkness becomes I-need-you time
when life becomes I-love-you gift.


Every moment leaves behind 
a different impression on heart.
Happiness becomes fake 
pain becomes the truth.


When each tragedy relates to you 
when each tear signifies valentine
when each helicopter means remembrance
when each star becomes paramour.


Let it go,
don't lose yourself,
this is it,
forget it.


When these words
cease to exist.


Memories become drugs
a necessity for survival,
light in a dark stable,
hope in a corpse.


I wish I could let it go
wish I could forget
but I know it's futile.


For memories are embedded deep
at par for even water to reach.


Everything fades away
with waves, with time
and the only things that do survive
are nothing but memories
that shape your life 
and shadow your each step
and make it hard to forget,
make it impossible for you to let it go.


Memories are bliss,
memories are curse,
and in the end,
memories are all that matter!

A GOOD WOMAN!

A good woman 
not call thy she
who does good
but in fact the one
who shows she is good.


Manipulations are the aka
of honour killings,
asking people politely
permission to slaughter them.


A good woman
hath understand 666,
a good woman
brings the dice to no. 6.


A good woman
kills but never dies.


So is the truth of the world.


Survivors are regretted,
murderers are worshipped,
empathisers are laughed at,
sympathizers are laughed with.


Strange is the programming of the world.
A good woman outside
is no good a woman inside
and the vice versa is kicked aside.


Peculiar is the composition of the Earth,
Earth is 'She' 
but those living on it hate her who becomes 'she'.


But one querry that remains unanswered.
Who will be worshipped
when truth comes out.
'She' or her who pretends to be 'she'.


Fourteen years I've spent
unveiling the mystery never revealed
try now you until you succeed
all good women and those who pretend,
answer: who is 'SHE'?

THE CHOICE!

Life is the ultimate mystery
an individual ever encounters.


Life is a secret,
the beginning of death
the truth flanking a lie
and a choice waiting to be made.


 For the ultimate man is that
who makes the choice.


What we choose today
chooses for us our tomorrow.


But is making choice so easy?


If it were,
man wouldn't have been different.


What you are
is not determined by your talents
but by the choices you make.


Demons resides in every heart
and so does God
But evil or good we are
depends on the choice we make.


"Whatever you do in life
will be insignificant
but it's very important that you do it....
"cause no one else would."


Whatever choice you make today
will make a very small difference in the world
but what every insignificant drop of water
that has made the ocean
had thought the same? 


So make the choice
for it is not only your future
that depends on it
but the entire world's


Choose
whether you'll be great or grounded
whether you will be perfect or perfected.


Choose
between love and life
between wealth and wisdom
between truth and lie


Choose
for without choice there is no life
for O'Parth, you will choose something, right?


Choose between yes and no
choose between 'me' and 'you'
choose the path of the world


And once you've made that choice,
once you've chosen to make the choice,
make the ultimate choice.


Choose, my friend,
to be a man!

THE DAWN OF NIGHT!

Night is the time of the powerful,

waiting for the doors to open

conceited, and dark.
and those too heavenly to see it
are shunned away in the dark manor of fear.


Have you ever wondered
what a small bird
with her yellow beak and claws,
blinded by the dark of the night
feels when a door is shut on her
and she has no place to go?


Every cell of the sparrow
cried in despair
and the fact she was lost remained,
lingering in the dark corridors of the night.


'Let me in' , cried the bird
'Help me please, ' wailed  the helpless.


In vain, though , she waited
before the door
for it would never open
the masters were too keen to have peace
to spare a few chirps for the poor to weep.


Inch by inch,
the sparrow's beak closed the distance to the door
and inch by inch,
she grew more remorse.


Night truly is the time of power,
the time of  talon and claws,
the time too scary for the innocent.

And so is the truth of life,

the night shall prevail for ever and ever more

and none shall survive except the survivors.

Is the world so ruthless

that the power is worshiped

and pitiful is kicked away?

God didn't make foes,

God created brothers

so is this the secret of brotherhood?

Fear the profane

scare the lousy dame?

Where's your justice now, O'human?
why's your science hibernating?
where are the answers you seek?
where is omnipotent, benevolent Almighty?


I ask these questions
not to clear my quandary.
I ask them to annihilate your mudded minds
and fill them with humanity.


Faith is not going to help you
survive an explosion.
Truth is not going to 
save you from death.


So O' creature of the Holiest Saint
O'blood lusty creature of technology!
open your eyes and broaden your minds
for yours is the world
and only your is the will to survive.


Be human and help the weak
'cause even Romans had a heart.
Be human and save the world
for the end is near.
Be human and practice humanity,
for someday you might be the one
being the target of profanity
and then shall you realize 
the true purpose of a human
the true value of humanity!

IN AN INSTANT!

It is a strange place, this world,
where people scoff at you
for your foolery
but conveniently forget
your greatest wisdom.


Triumph gives you
all the superior friends
while failure
gives you a lonely enviornment.


In the same instant
you can become
from a best friend
to the world's biggest moron.


In an instant 
the world can become
from a friendly humane manuscript
to a zombie inhabitation.


In an instant
the sky can turn
from a sunny harbour 
to a begrudging black curtain.


In an instant
your greatest talent
can make your buddy
change from a companion
to an envious opponent.


In an instant
your life can become
from a piece of cake
to a moonwalk.


In an instant
you can become
from the greatest God
to the filthiest demon.


And in an instant
your life can become
from a happily-ever-after fairytale
to a Biss zur Mittagstunde!