And Human Created Violence

These radiant godly beauties,
and those lavish mellow bounties,
may not be that hard and fast.
Right when we are enamoured,
words and eyes turn villainous.

But not one in this mother earth,
would be gifted to make plain,
why this violence should shatter,
why the fury should be born,
time and again in our own nerve.

We may have buried one little fact,
God has never created serpent.
'Cause it's only human who did this,
unleashing the dread and those harsh words,
concocting hatred and bitterness.

Now mark the words before you speak,
and watch the look you will afflict,
just to make sure that you won't bleed,
one's heart and soul you've ever held,
the unasked care you've ever felt.

The Touch

Have you ever been afraid of

tapping one's shoulder...
holding one's hand...
touching one's cheek...
propping up one's back?

Then you might be afraid of
being touched and moved...
being loved and warmed...
being cuddled and heartened...
by those who really care for you!

Since it's only those
who are willing to be touched,
and are pleased to be candid,
will unearth the fire in their lives,
and be graced with undying love.

We seem to secure ourselves,
in a fortress of fear and distrust.
So from now on, dear friends,
try not to theorise on anyone,
but plainly allow any warmth,
given to you at no cost.

It's Okay...

If there's a hole in your head,

you can always ask the dictionary.

If there's hole in your heart,

you cannot always ask somebody.

Since there will always be a hole,

right in your friendship,

right in your work,

right in your hope,

right in your faith.

Would it be so risky,

just to say 'It's okay...'?

Would it be too much,

to hope someone will do?

Or would you be willing,

to say it, too?

Then say it to them.

It's okay for that mistake...

It's okay to feel fragile...

It's okay to be helpless...

It's okay to feel guilty...

Since I will always be there,

right in the place where you are,

to fill the hole that's in you.

Is It That Hard?

Born in a family you didn't choose,

you might feel to be the goose.

Anointed in a creed you didn't will,

there's a city you still can't tail.

Tied up in a bond you never thought,

you may sense you're not a hotshot.

When things are going wrong,

will you find another paramour?

When what you say just goes odd,

can't you just be above-board?

We all are making things unsound,

when saying hate instead of ardour,

when mourning in place of smiling,

when uncaring rather than loving,

when attacking in lieu of touching.

So later on if we see once more,

don't talk and be that hard.

It's not that tough to be a chum,

then move on make some movies...

Friends will be Friends

When you say you're strong,

do you really mean it?

When you think you're good,

can you realise other thing?

When you feel not in the mood,

will you see the hole?

When you believe you're alone,

do they just disappear?

In a space we can't imagine,

there are always friends.

In a place we can't shape,

their hearts are fondly present.

Thus don't be fooled by the mood,

'cause friends will be friends.

They'll be there, always...

'cause they're not your creation.

Hapiness and Loneliness

Why we lied so much,

to each other?

Why we kept the feelings,

so tight inside?

Why we felt empty,

when loved ones are present?

Why all these shaky hands,

in the self so fragile?

Happiness looks like,

someone impersonal,

flying in the air.

It hurts,

and it cares.

It crucifies,

and it warms.

God, have mercy!