Why the society doesn’t speak about
The persecuted children of Hindus in Pakistan
The persecuted children of Hindus in Bangladesh
The persecuted children of Sikhs in Afganistan
The persecuted children of Christians in Islamic state
The persecuted children of Yazidis in Iraq
The persecuted children of Persians in Iran
The persecuted children of Druze in Syria
The world doesn’t revolve around Gaza
Laced with fake news and misinformation
Jihadis play the victim-card with children on the pedestal of falsification
So, wake up world
And don’t get twirled
In the propaganda of false whirlwind
What is your North Star,
Your moral compass
Which all your oughts and shoulds
And not good enoughs revolve around?
Every time we see the world
Either as good or needing to be better
We’re judging by an internal compass
It has taken a lifetime to form.
And it’s a compass
Influenced by and expressing
Everything we have ever learned
Everything we have ever been taught.
And yet, what actually is it?
What actually forms it, and what do we do
To make sure our heart and mind
Aims to a true north?
(8/1/25)
Looking at her is like
a grainy old romance
warped in a bathroom mirror—
time distorts in her footsteps.
She’s always smiling,
even when tears circle in her eyes.
Only on certain nights will she
pull off the mask
and fracture in hush, splintering inward.
She speaks little—
perhaps the quietest soul I’ve known.
Her days revolve around his breath,
his smile her only pastime.
Being loved by her
is like being held by fire—
the scorching hug will
drain oxygen from lungs,
but only because
going all in is her only form of love.
I envy the one she loves, but I am
not, no. I am her—
the ember of romantics,
too charred to be remembered.
Helpless eyes that try hard to convey
a story buried inside...they strongly want to say
"Wait a little you will get a chance"
Time runs out but they don't get a chance
What else can they do...to mend their relationship
with the person standing forth....whom they highly respect
"APOLOGIZE AND MOVE ON" that's the best way out
Hushed once again without being able to raise voice!
The feeling of being misunderstood
is more than that of being hurt
by people who have
the most regard in your heart
"If I speak a word, they might get hurt"
your thoughts revolve around this
statement that runs in your head....
But there is a famous saying
"Repetitions make you remember"
and so are the acts
of being misunderstood,
And your apology going
towards the other person
All this stays for long
inside you somewhere
And fine day, out of nowhere
You might just be someone
they may never estimate....
I love her easy smile
Am mesermerized by her beauty
She has the gentleness of a Gazzel
The grace of a Girraffe browsing
Upon the majestic accacias of the Savana
Her voice makes Fairies jelous in the nether world
Her's is a love the Angels and Jinn alike crave for
She has that tantalizing quality her Kind are famed for
When am with her all mine good moods ignite in love
I stare at the laptopscreen thinking only of her beauty
Her love leaves my innards all mellow and wanting more
When with her it's as though time grows wings and flees
It's with her I chose to make mine life revolve around
Till eternity as we hold hands and walk meadows of Genna
The Serpentine road winds endlessly,
Adrenaline rushes in my body, passion fills my mind
Even if the road ends, the best is still ahead.
Everything paused when I first saw your eyes,
My heart races when we meet gazes
I admire poetry with adulation — only with you.
Amber shades glisten in enchanting waves,
Your familiar gaze makes me fall for you
Butterflies flutter in my stomach exhilarated.
As I scribble your name on pieces of paper
When I meet other girls my mind returns to you
My nightmares revolve around the fear of losing you.
The stars glimmer in an ecstatic glow above us
I find you shining in the gleam of our twilight
Seasons may end and shift but I am still me-
When our lips unite, I feel as if the galaxy is exploding
You say you love me most, and I can't control my feelings.
The beating of your heart is so melodic
A tune that sends vibrations down my spine
Inside of you, is me, I am finally home.
I wonder what a stone
thinks...firm in all its
ways? surely none are
without thought -- see
a virus squirm away
secure within the memory
of time, everything has a mindful
place --
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The Sun is our center
of physical warmth -- we
revolve around its destiny...
axis of love and hate
wonder how the universe
sees us?
Out with the old, in with the new way of doing the same old thing.
Instead of snow, I clear the leaves. I don’t cleave to a resolution.
I don’t revolve around indecision. My natural giddyup takes off, as
the silence of empty-for-years-nest necessitated a sort and toss.
Happy New Year, a choice, when nothing precludes its success,
such as mourning in formal dress. Sneakers suffered from heel to toe,
as the alternative alteration of age - not hip, not on toes, unbendable.
Sixty-four years new, on the eve of ceremonial senior citizenry,
golden leaf revelry. Hold onto what is momentous: kith and kin,
giving in the form of an empathetic and devoted ear to your loved ones, acquaintances, strangers. Wishing you a Happy New Year. This one
begin with wraps and bows, even if the ball drops. Make it your best.
{“There are junctures where you pay the price of someone else’s Sins, through heredity, through kin, sometimes even through friends you once thought were your ultimatum, the very ones that you believe in. Sometimes, more than yourself.
The end you come to will be that of blaming yourself on assets that don’t even concern you, or revolve around you. Acceptance means coming to a conclusion, from the deep depths of your own being. Which is already difficult as it is for your soul to confine and or even to consider- that not everything can be your fault.
So, beaut muse.
It’s out of your hands, don’t cry your heart out, nobody will hear, and nobody will discern. It is not worth it, because
It’s not even your fault.
And I would ask you why you are plaguing yourself in such situations as I have done before.
And I know you won’t even be able to nourish a response right away, all because your sentiments are too high, and they endlessly torture you.”}
I lived my life through thick and thin,
Once my cheerful home, has now become an empty nest,
The fate changes a happy life into a lonesome one,
Now I am singing lonely blues.
Loneliness is like a star lost in a galaxy,
Other stars are so close, but they look far away,
The whispers of fate, like a silent magnetic storm,
It sweeps away my bonding wishes, hoping to catch a falling star.
I should learn how to live a single life,
The social events may revolve around pairs,
Still, I will watch the happiness on others' faces,
And enjoy the joy that my heart desires.
I investigate the heart's desire within me,
Overcoming pessimism and loneliness in me,
Sowing the seeds of confidence that are overshadowed in my brain,
It is In my hands, that confidence will arise with gentle toil.
In modern times, it's plain to see.
We are a slave to our own technology.
It's more than a habit, it's quite an affliction.
To see such mobile phone addiction.
We scroll and swipe, but at what cost?
The art of communication is lost.
With every ding and every ping.
Our lives revolve around every ring.
Our eyes fixated on our screens.
Oblivious to everything.
A virtual world, with no holds barred.
No need to leave a calling card.
Whilst scrolling through each notification.
You need to curb this phone fixation.
As people walk down city streets.
There nose fixed firmly at their feet.
Absorbed within those tiny screens.
Distracted from almost everything.
We are using whilst we drive our cars.
To me, this is just so bizarre.
You're on TikTok, you're on hands free.
Whilst aimlessly scrolling through your feed.
A life inside this tiny bubble.
Can cause so much pain and so much trouble.
Let's pause and ponder, take a step back.
Find balance again, get back on track.
For while tech can connect us, it can also divide.
So let’s cherish real moments and open our eyes.
3/10/24
Across the whole stretch
In all directions it pulls and tempts
Still the same old debts
Continual gold theft
Another night woke up in a cold sweat
Full of stress
Sinking below into ice cold depths
Struggling to hold the breath
Life doesn't revolve around a Rolex
It'll take ages to clean up the whole mess
From the planet another soul left
Leaving a hole in the chest
Secrets left in undeciphered bold text
If only we could understand what they told and meant
In our stubborn ways we are so set
Thinking they alway know best
All these folks hexed
Couldn't ever see it incoming even from the crows nest
No comparison, not even a close test
But that doesn't mean it's all hopeless
Time will tell what goes next
Focus keep your nose pressed
To the grindstone, it's your story make it happen with your own flesh
I'm somewhat happy, but I can do better, often I don't rest
Can't settle for a life of misery I won't accept
As I stand here and then there
It's a confusion of the masses
Which way to turn
The decsion so overwhelming
What are you standing for
This life is so intimidating
The lines are drawn
Thin ice we all walk apon
As time changes
We evolve
Which way we travel becomes the direction
What leads us to turn a specific way
Is all the reason that catradicts everything
I become the fear
You all become the ghosts
My world does not revolve around all of you
I am the the strange the unwelcomed the truth in my own eyes.
I am running the last mile in my life,
The age and tired feet have made my run to a limping walk,
still, I walk and walk to the beacon of hope,
Never let the pessimism take over the last straw of my hope.
Sometimes I fall, to get up and keep going again,
Sometimes tired I stand to watch the cycle of life revolve around
my eyes,
Sometimes I feel loved, sometimes I feel ignored,
Sometimes I feel the time has passed by me, still I see my soul's
destination in front of me.
In the journey of life my soul is searching for love and peace,
The feeling of love where I will lose the existence of mine,
The sense of peace and tranquility where I would not hear my
melancholy songs again,
I will walk miles looking for until I fall and can't get up again.
I meet so many souls on my way with troubled mind,
confused about the goals and destinations of their life,
Some say I am old, I don't want to live,
They will have to walk with me enjoying the virtues and glory of
their life.
Shouldn't love will be with us until we die
tenderly embraced or apart for a silly lie?
To be one soul and be truly inseparable,
trust in each other must be irrevocable!
Let no secrets or passions
interfere with your feelings,
with your prized happiness:
they are only passing winds!
Shouldn't love revolve around sincerity,
what happens if there's no total fidelity?
Affair is the only reason for breaking up,
never betray your darling and split up!
Defend what's sanctified and honorable,
no small betrayal is worth any trouble;
what was sworn before God is eternal:
faithfulness is sacred, lust is carnal!
Shouldn't love resist any temptation
and prove itself to be an unbreakable vow?
Words meant to deceive aren't too mellow:
don't fail and fall hard, avoid isolation!
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