As a life-long student of history, I know every chapter resounds with the story of Heaven and Hell!
Ambition prophesied
Madness was not
Kingdom in sight
But hell it brought
Murder, malice
Truckloads of lies
A slice of heaven
Promised delight
All for naught
Power unchecked,
A tragedy wrought!
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Kings can’t smother
Smolders of a revolution
For when men burn,
Sparks reach heaven
Ashes color hell
A world rebels
For those who suffer
So history tells
Suppress them not
Let them ebb and flow
Opinions, notions, emotions
Break the shackles
That bind you to silence
With anchored inhibitions;
In thoughts, voices, words
Our world is made, unmade
In never-ending cycles
A constant alchemy of change.
Last year, I blocked a few people on social media and exited WhatsApp groups due to differences in opinions. Well, not exactly that because different thoughts are enlightening, but due to trolling. Harsh words, bigotry, and bias were the hallmark of these discussions.
Needless to say, even these people must be relieved to have me exit from the group because now no one could challenge their point of view. We all love to believe we are right and our ideology is the best. Fair enough, but then why troll and abuse diverse ideologies. At that point in time, I wrote Trolled into Silence.
Over time, the situation has only worsened. Polarization, in almost all aspects of life, has manifested in crude ways. It is a global phenomenon. Innocent banter and sarcasm are also frowned upon because everyone is oversensitive. The cherry on the top is fear of the repercussions of speaking out.
Continue reading “Who will speak?”
A thousand miles away
Stars in a distant array
Speak to me of destinies
That lend to life it’s mystery
In luminous, fiery novas
In sparkly, fallen crystals
In comets singed to ashes
The fate lines in our palms
Etched in celestial splashes
Don’t be a stranger
To the voices within
For they hold reflections
Of your deepest sins.
Hear them out
When they proclaim
The path to be free
Of the guilt and pain,
To claim absolution
In knowing the truth
That you are only human
When you slip and fail!
These lines were specially written for the prompt #blindman by #moonmystic. With all our vision we are unable to discern truth from falsehood, genuine people from the fake ones.
What the blind man sees
Is more intricate than
Any emotion deep
Or touch we feel
Without true sight
With power infinite
Sensing silent tremors
Buried in murky souls
Hearing gentle murmurs
When tender hearts spoke
With all our vision
We know neither fair nor evil
For all we know is a countenance
Feigning affection or
Shielding the devil
Blue Pen Strokes 