Thursday, July 21, 2016

In search of...



I am in search of a pair of hands,
Who can bring the world to a screeching halt
Drown the countries into irrecoverable fiscal loss
Where growths and developments would disappear by default.

I condemn all wars.
I condemn all condolences.

I am in search of a pair of eyes,
Who would severe from us those insipid lies
Show us how we failed those hard-earned profits
Clouded our intelligence, and declined peace.

I condemn all wars.
I condemn all condolences.

I am in search of a down-to-earth mind,
Who could bring to book our unforgivable fault
To flaunt power with weapons of every kind
To dote on the enemies whom we with pride assault.

I condemn all wars.
I condemn all condolences.

I am in search of a leader who’d stop every work,
Would lead defaulters into all countries’ jails
Governments and governance would utterly fail
Until peace is found in this beautiful world.

I condemn all wars.
I condemn all condolences.






Monday, July 18, 2016

Driving home a message

The world has dressed
to destroy itself.
‘You're wrong
They're wrong’,
ringing everywhere
with nuclear power.
Isn't it that fear
is their only savior?

Issues much the same
LOW war;
On land, oil and water.
‘A lesson must be taught’
Age-old urge of the game
to amass the resources of the world.

There is none to break the cycle.
Powerless before our own Intelligence,
we are to witness the debacle
with nescience camouflaged as Sense.

we will expect a messy miracle!

If words could redress the stage,
bonhomie would cease to be strange.
‘We're all right’
written everywhere;
the world to be alive in the air.

Minds would dissolve the cage,
create the Home to rewrite the Page.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Are you listening.



The world fuming.
logic fails logic,
intelligence, Intelligence

Weak, insecure power
is the old grass
that needs to cower
attention adverse.

A messiah, a budhha, a jesus
perhaps
can save the inhabitants
from the disastrous flow of livid energies.

Let all businesses stop
let the world halt,
take a reflective break;
a much needed pause
from the meaningless profit and loss
an account that sucks life
coagulates the flow
of the wind and the water.

The drum beats in us, in isolation,
The world’s all set to commit suicide.

A total collapse of communication
with lifeless towers lurking to mint freezing funds
in the name of technology that through gaps grunts.

Born messiahs, are you listening.

This time when you come
in any recognizable shape or form
don’t be an author, please
what we need here
is to page for peace.


But then searching for what we already are?
An engaging job for those messiahs!

Let those magicians
perform their miracle, the sole reality,
let it come alive
let sense turn the history’s page
deliver the world from its juvenile cage
and find wealth and solace
it’s seeking in the outer space.

In French


Vous écoutez.

Le monde fume.
Logique engrave logique,
intelligence, Intelligence

le pouvoir grêle inquiet
est la vieille lune
qui doit se recroqueviller
attention défavorable.

Un messie, un budhha, un jésus
peut-être
peut sauver les habitants
du flux désastreux des énergies livides.

Que toutes les entreprises arrêtent
Que le monde immobilise,
prenne une pause de réflexion;
une pause utile
du profit et perte
un compte qui suce la vie
coagule le flux
du vent et de l'eau.

Le tambour bat en nous, dans l'isolement,
Le monde se prépare à se suicider.

Un écroulement complet de la communication
malgré des tours inertes trompant des avoirs gelés
au nom de la technologie qui grogne dans les trous.

Messies nés, vous écoutez.

Cette fois, quand vous venez
dans les états et forme identifiable
ne soyez pas un auteur, s'il vous plaît
ce que nous avons besoin ici
est à la page de la paix.


Mais la recherche de ce que nous sommes déjà?
Un travail sinistre pour ces messies, n’est-ce pas!

Que ces devins
accomplissent leur miracle, la seule réalité,
qu'il vienne en vie
que la raison tourne la page de l'histoire
livre le monde de sa cage jeune
afin de trouver le contentement et l’aisance

qu’il s’occupe à rechercher dans un espace étrange.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Insignia



Labels and tags foaming all around
with a pungent smell, onerous sound.

Nausea

stereotype lifeboats in sight,
the ocean is chained and bound…
froths of gags flowing from those wrights
ceaselessly upon me, in me
through wordy days and nights.

Dissatisfaction is a given
to the rich and the poverty-stricken
the confused, unused ‘I’ wants to untie,
shred blossoms that blight
sliver feathers that don’t fly.

The vast blue pollutes in designs
that which could have embraced the sky.