Comeback is a compilation of poems on the theme of bouncing back from a dire circumstance to regain a former favorable condition. The book will be available on Amazon from November 15, 2021 and features some of my poems on the theme.
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?”
In a world without wars
The children are not
Separated from homes
Escaping buried destinies
In shell-shocked rubbles
Clinging to rickety boats
With tattered hopes
To be washed ashore
Swept into the sand
As twisted deadwood
To be long forgotten
By the ailing world
Only to be lamented
In the gnawing pain
Of those who cared
But were powerless
To control the bloodlust
Of men sans conscience
These words keep ringing in my mind. There is so much going around us but we are afraid to speak up.
Screaming into the void
Like lunatics caged, gagged
Muzzled emotions, numbed
Trolled for spoken words
Sounds buried in the head
Sane voices, now long dead
Victim to resounding fear!
How to silence the howls
Raging, trapped in the mind
Injustice bellows, how to find
Respite, refuge from wounds
Growing like sepsis, unheeded
Gasping for breathe, unheard
Mauled into total surrender.
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