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Borders of Humanity

What is the sky over your head like? Is it the same as mine? Are your trees this green too? Do they turn brown under autumn's blue skies? Are the waters of your pond this calm? Is the grass greener on your side? Are your rains too, as beautiful as mine? Are your villages too often attacked, looted and plundered? Are your homes too unsafe like mine? Then what is it that separates you and me? Why do they keep saying we are different? Your sufferings are the same as mine. Homeless at home, doubted for our patriotism They keep saying you are the enemy. Once I had hidden for a night in fear, As one of yours entered our village. They said our people did the same To your homes and women. Why did I see his eyes were as bewildered as mine? When will all this stop? Gunshots and plunder? When will we see the open sky again? It's been days since I stepped out. The war never stops, man fights man Carnage happens over caste and creed "Yours is not better than mine." Countries fig

Coming Back To You

She burnt in rage, the fire engulfed her soul. Her body was ablaze, with the guilt that broke An audience stood in awe, as the smoke rose. Cries and wails of her mother and sisters The soul formed a shape, with a thousand hands Three eyes shining, vermillion fiery red Everyone froze as her calm face spoke In a voice of power, echoing cold and wise, "Maybe in another life, in another time, I will have the strength to fight for you To be fit for you, to complete us." She lay lifeless as everyone gasped. Her voice reached his ears, enraged he stood Losing Himself in love and loss The dance of destruction burnt His heart. Years passed by and a sixteen-year-old, Stood in front of a Yogi, wise and old One who had lost His worldly longings She folded her hands, pleading: "Accept me for who I am and You will see, I am strong enough to hold on, To fight for us, to choose you against all odds." He opened His eyes, and His heart skipped a beat, For before Him stood, the wife

Dear Fictional Man

Let's stop playing Hide and Seek, I don't seek you anymore. Let's stop pretending to be weak, I don't fake things anymore. I have stopped looking for you, in every person around me. I have stopped hoping for you, and what I want us to be. You barely make my heart beat now, as I pen down your thoughts. You never had a face in my imagination, just gestured to tell you apart. I have seen the world in monochrome, I have seen reality. I have stopped looking for you because I know, You are just another character in my story. Perhaps the muse I sought after, hoping to find in flesh and blood But I know you are too perfect to be true, in this cruel world. I may have lost interest but I believe in faith I trust the God who makes me dream of you. I trust the feelings of my pen to be true. It's been a long wait, unfruitful and patient You gave me some great stories and dreams fulfilled by them. My brain is tired, my heart lost, But I realise how hope refuses to die out in them

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