Death of a Butterfly

A butterfly, in the cold dark night

tried to fly;

But the world clipped her wings,

Cheers! Hurrah! Salut!

The butterfly? It died.


People to Talk to

I am looking for people,
To talk to,
I don’t step out every other weekend
But that does not mean I am an introvert,
Don’t assume so that I cannot,
But I fail to find people I would want to go out with.
People whom I could talk to in rhymes,
People who have a stable heart and an open mind,
People who are not chained to the bells
Not scared of their chimes.
I’m searching for people
Who are ambitious but not blind,
Who are brave at heart and though they believe in fear
Are ready to give up everything,
even themselves for their dreams,
I want to meet those dreamers, the mad hatter’s, and the insane jokers.
People who want to grasp every star in the sky,
But don’t mind if they don’t.
I am looking for people
With capability to probe a million bizarre ideas,
Yet free from influence except their own,
People who intend to grow forever
And yet never outgrow
For people who are more than what they show.

Man with the Telescope

Man with the Telescope
At the terrace he stood,
I saw from mine,
Amidst the wind's constant slaps
and the silence of the moon-less night,
He set up a strange contraption,
which lured towards the sight.

And by the time, by him I stood 4ceabbd82a44dae58c912afb349470b5
He had set the device on a stand 
with its end pointed at the sky,
Restless, and curious, I asked ' What is this that you have here? If you could tell me kind sir'
He said 'It is an invention called telescope'
Its purpose: to bring that is far right up to your nose.'

'Awww!' was all that it inspired
That wondrous invention of man,
But then again curiosity-struck
I inquired of his plan,
He said that he was there at the terrace
to have a closer glimpse of skies and its endless dark span.

Amazed again by his reply 
and his urge to gauge the dark,
'Why do you do so?', I asked
with a new and restless mind
He said 'For in the darkness only can we hope to find light'
'And in the darkness only, can we all be un-blind.'


A cold stream of consciousness

I don’t know what is happening to me

I am undergoing a transformation

only that I have no idea about it’s result

A cluelessness keeps whirling in my head

as my thoughts oscillate between myself and the world

A confusion whether to bother about myself

or the worries of the world

Whether to express my self

Or speak up for the world

And it further becomes difficult

when you have no one to listen

Also, the people who are present

and claim to listen

barely understand anything

Words have different meaning to different people

life has different meaning to different people

I am scared to speak

because people who claim to listen misinterpret

And suppose a single person

gets the idea right

and then hopes or expects more from me

what will I do then

If I dragged my neighbour out of his bed

at this midnight hour

asked him to solve my dilemma

he would probably kill me

But is bothering about the society a crime

Is speaking up for the people

the injustice done to them weird

Old fashioned some might say

Should we squeeze ourselves

into our lives and just care about it

But if you stand for a cause

and people begin to follow

they would certainly have expectation

But how would you know

what they expect

Is it the same thing that they want too

or do they want you to do something for their ambitions

They are here now walking behind you

But will find them in the hollow

In chains we are all bound

I see the devil dancing around

And the angels have nowhere to escape to

All the temple doors closed down

people finding solace in poison insanity and death

Summer rainy winter all seasons cold

Such cursed land where widows are sold

Riots all around sponsored and then protested

Lies diffused in the air truth resisted

Life now seems a terrible affliction








My conscience’s consciousness

Where are we going?

To where? are we all bound.

Don’t be silent now,

answer me!

Are we on the right track

or should we turn around.

My toes are on the edge,

Should I step away ?

or take a leap down.

Oh! Please do not ask me

To bend my knees and pray,

for, in the vicious human schemes

Even the lord has no play.

I have lit my world up,

And I smell blood in the air,

Thou hast created myriad beasts

But to me, none can compare.

As they merely are mindless beasts

who kill to survive,

Made and meant to be wild,

While I am sly and ruthless murderer,

I kill, but to thrive .

Where are we going?

To where are we bound?

To heaven!

Or is the destination underground.



The END of Civilisation

The idea of global peace and freedom appears to me only as a metaphorical notion. It doesn’t exist in the world. It’s an illusion, a light that treads far ahead of us and we run behind it, hoping to catch it someday. But we won’t and we cannot because we don’t expect to achieve freedom now, we dream of it in the future. And that where it is actually, treading ahead of us, always ahead. People of the world pretend to care about the world and show concern for it, which is fake. They are aware deep inside that there concern is a hollow facade to keep ourselves from criticism and live with a clear conscience. These people,  they just pretend to care about the world, but they don’t. If people would have cared, I am sure the world could have been a lot better place. I have this notion in my mind about the fatal perception of “take it all, its for us” that reigns over peoples’ lives. They believe god has offered this world only to them and for them. Every thing has been created for humans, it’s there for the taking. If the idea was something else, there would have been few more species sharing the world with us. There would have been fewer wars. We always want what we want and if two people long for the same thing, they would go to any inhumane extent to make sure the counterpart doesn’t get it. This tendency of having all for one’s self, which I hardly believe is a human trait has led this planet into chaos and destruction. And if it continues treading the same path, as it is now, I don’t find it hard to believe that people will abhor the final destination. The fall of civilisation and rise of unethical dogma. When the generation acquainting the future will question and search for the cause of such terror and destruction, they will find their ancestors in the wrong. They will curse us for leaving a devoured planet and a society which is corrupt and has degraded itself to the core. The problem is not that people don’t have eyes to see but they don’t posses an insight to think and arrive at the truth. To understand that we have a miniscule amount of humanity left in us. We have transformed into viruses, feeding on the world, like a pest festering over the crop, damning it as well as the harvest. The present is intoxicated with corruption, wars, crimes, and other social injustice, which promises to give way to a highly fatal and noxious future. This venomous future shall result only in extinction of human civilisation, once and for all. And the cause, like always, will be us and our callousness.