Why do I deserve to live when millions have died?
Prays didn't work, even though they cried.
While millions starve, their lives go to waste.
As if their journey were destined in haste,
By hunger, disease, and war undone,
Or beneath nature’s calamity, their battles won?
Is my life worth more than theirs?
Or chance alone spares me from despairs?
Am I just a fleeting breath,
Shielded from their plight and death?
If mercy exists, why does it not extend,
To the broken lives that fate can’t mend?
Or is natural selection’s gentle hand at work,
A blind nature’s shifting thoughts continue to lurk.
No divine decree, no cosmic grace,
Defines the paths we’re left to face.
Just spots of a fragile geographical line,
Between their suffering and what’s called mine.
Why do I live while millions are doomed to die?
If I'm fed while millions hunger fill the sky?
If mercy exists, why is it so rare?
Why does it favor, and why doesn’t it share?
Is life but chaos, an illusion of fate,
Where justice arrives never, or far too late?
We're in same realm
Different timezones
We still find time
For each other
Sharing dreams
Creating beautiful memories.
We're in same Region
Different geographical zone
Still coming together
Distance wasn't a barrier
Cuddling and caressing
Deep love making without hesitating.
Different religions
Same goals
Unconditional love
Our destination
Making history
Building a love without prejudice.
Nothing
Is everywhere
And
Everywhere is
Nothing..
Nothing
Has innumerable
Geographical
Appearances
Named maps...
Life is not just a maths puzzle which is needed to be solved.
Life is a chemistry, where everyday some new experiments are to be evolved.
Life is physics where we accordingly have to apply inertia, thrust and buoyant force.
We need to add some more experiences because life is a long history course.
Life has ups and downs, so the uneven geographical maps.
But at times become so much boring just like a hindi lecture.
You will sometime encounter some zoological creatures that can try you making weak.
But the next moment you will be surrounding by some beautiful botanical plants so much unique.
It can sometimes deceive you just like the political caps.
It seems to so easy at first exactly like the english lecture.
We everyday socialize with so many people, and learn sociology
Try to look deep in then and you will one day be an expert in anthropology.
Living the life with so much courage to face the challenges is an art
It will show you so many colours everyday but that just a part.
Life itself a new subject that has so much fun. And life itself is the teacher, all in one
-Rimjhim
So relaxed, it makes me nervous
Your dutiful, unbridled service
You, traveling in a gypsy's circus
Of course, it all makes sense
We put up tents and take down temples
Middle Eastern sands, and Oriental
The stark replaces sentimental
Geographical defense
It's time, now,
To meet in the tents
Our potions, bottled
Our money spent
So complete, it begs a question:
Where to assemble for the convention?
Coffee on a stove-extension
& tea on a river's bank
The grizzly bears all in our driveway
The summer marigolds in private
The ball of prophecy is shining –
Just tell me who to thank
It's time, now…
Gather on the trail –
The deer, lopped at the tail –
A wilderness travail –
Stored dinner in a pail –
It's time, now,
To meet in the tents
Our potions, bottled
Our money spent
He went on the rap sheet as Shakespeare, Will
And in mitigation he simply said, ‘Nil.’
Male escorts earned plenty
He’d charge half of twenty
They nicknamed him ‘Ten Dollar Bill.’
*
[Hey, it’s a Limerick… please excuse any geographical inaccuracies]
So as I was trying to study unsuccessfully all day, attempting to get ready for tomorrow, I finally gave up. The following came out instead. Funny how it is with me. I read a post by someone that had been reading a book, and it grabbed my attention. Then heard a song that I hadn’t heard before. While those two events were rotating in my posterior cingulate cortex and medial temporal lobe, this came out. I only had a few minutes to write it down before I lost it. Not sure if my geographical references, or historical names and dates are right, so I’ll just blame the wind. And it’s not really about Native American, black, white, or race. It’s “The Call of The Peacemaker”
Or
“The Wind Cries Out For Change”
Thames
A geographical nature
Hidden behind a coin
Invisible
Poets took me to sit on the Banks of Thames
Via literature!
Alas, the world has changed
As the humans take control.
They, for their own likes and dislikes,
Have defined you, just as they please.
And now, you witness the creation of great walls…
Separating mankind.
By the comparison… of colour, of language, of the way of life.
The beautiful, the clean, the classy, the rich…
High class, low class, third class, middle class…
Splitting the world: once split by geographical circumstances.
But remember, your definition lies within you:
In your honesty, purity, tenderness and virtue.
They are to be measured, evaluated, and to be improved…
So to win the heart of man as a rightful citizen.
Remember; do not define yourself by those futile factors –
For with them, only the stupidity of mankind shall rise.
12/20/2018
People of different races,
Equipped with the different religion, culture, language
Dwelling in different geographical regions of the world,
Born in this world with the amalgamation of sperm and egg,
Of their father (*****) and mother (Vagina),
Equipped with corrupted arms of greed and sin,
Not known to be unite like nail and flesh,
Known to be divided as the lines of hand,
Humans are living always on sorrow,
Without the joy and happiness,
Within the peripheral of money,
Humans knew to acknowledged the money is everything
Ultimately humans are finishing their life on money
The question is?
For whom
For what purpose
Ending their life!
Look at society White or Black-
Capitalist, Communist or feudal;
take your pen and scribble this poem
I am telling you this 1st, January, 2018
Human society is a textbook.
It has title and chapters within
All have opening sentences,
but some without any valid points
Many humans live as spelling errors,
appear as corrections or untidy writing,
They are wrong contents and concepts
Readers always hate them dearly
Majority are punctuation marks,
living commas and exclamation signs
Apostrophes, question marks are many.
Periods, hyphens are simple but vital.
A number appear as illustrations.
Some are humors, cartoons, pictures
Unkind professors of life pinch them,
with dirty or inglorious comments
Silent letters, no points infest textbook.
These hate those highlighted as points.
Yet all belong to the same textbook,
in geographical territory of pages
Human society is a textbook, my brothers
Sisters; titles, points also have problems
They say that different skin colour and races
were a curse because we didn't obey God's laws,
It can't be true as if you're born in Africa ,
you'll probably be black and in Europe you'll be white.
It's geographical, governed by generations and the sun,
although parentage has a say when it's done;
we may be 'freer' than we used to be, see
the old stigmas continue, no matter what you do.
I lived in Africa, it was good for your soul,
made me have realization, made me whole;
now none of us are 'safe,' sad state of affairs,
where's the compassion, you wonder if God really cares.
'Oh freedom, for I'll no longer be a slave,
when I'm finally buried in my grave.'
I don't go in poor neighborhoods
They have a poor education
The crime rate is high
And they steal
Where did Jesus live?
with all the scientific discoveries
and the myriads of innovations
the scientific man is a vast failure
now think about these;
reproduction by binary fission in humans
perfumed by-product of digestion
blue blood in place of boring red
winged flight to the skies as birds
self-manufacturing of food as plants
upgrading of life expectancy to 1000 years
elimination of old age and wastage
prediction of year of death at birth
geographical location of heavenly world
turning ocean space into solid earth for living
an amphibian humans living as fish
conceiving humans that think one way
making humans into solely peaceful beings
scientific man, where are you?
pick one above and play into reality
The signs all led to the middle of nowhere, just where I want to be
No geographical preference, just somewhere I can be the actual me
When I arrived, there was a tear in space/time that I could see
The most interesting thing about it was the luminosity
Then, at the moment of inertia, I entered with great curiosity
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