The nature of Nature is worth writing for in an otherwise human world in which nature is full of filth, disgust and horror.
How strange is it that inspiration mostly comes from the depth of darkness.
’twas a day, warm and bright
And young was the night
When she came and walked
She heard whispers and talks.
No candles, no celebrations, no tears
No shrieks, nothing.
Silence, absolute silence. And it continued for a very long time.
Lovely! She heard someone say
Wonderful! Said another,
In her mind silence shattered into pieces
But only in her mind.
It was a place where she existed;
Not in any universe or a country or in an opulent house. No.
She chose to exist where she mattered.
A tiny individual in a mysterious galaxy who neither lived in it nor outside it.
She lived someplace hidden, a place which even the secret service of patriarchy couldn’t fathom!
From her place she could See,
The lies people wear and the deceptive words their tongue speaks,
Together they said, “happy birthday to you”
And she knew, it was not the place to be.
For every lost life she shed a tear and now her eyes are dry, painful and without life.
For every tear she shed took away something from her,
And now what’s left of her is just a residue…
A wasteful reminder of what she was Not but still she chose to keep it,
Since its easy to just survive than to live.
Twenty centuries have passed and still nothing changed
Our biggest achievement – Discrimination, is still positively thriving
While humanity rots and evaporates everyday by the likes of those who can still shed tears.
Everything eventually ends, be it love, life or money. Sometimes I wonder from where did the word ‘forever’ come? Who must have thought of it?
Our problem is that in the world of abstraction we are looking for definitions.
Instead of following footsteps let’s create our own.