Yes, you were there
I felt your presence
Felt you being around me
Your touch
Your fragrance
Then you were gone
Leaving your blur memories
Just as you had long ago….
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Teenager of 1914
I am a teenager
Teenager who was supposed to be enjoying life
Teenager who wishes to have few girlfriends and
hangout with them
But here I am in this battle field
I have guns and bombs as my friends
I see people breathing their last ones
People remembering their family
Everything around me is not my choice
Or if this is the destiny then I hate it
As It made me living dead that kills
Inner me screaming that I don’t want to hold this
gun
I don’t want to pull this trigger,
As it leaves behind the last screams
Nasty smell of powder
Guilt that weakens my heart
Series of Questions hits me
Why me? Why us?
Why this bloodshed?
Why not peace? Why not life?
P.S: Just tried looking the world from the eye of teenager guy about to leave for world war 1..
Scarred
Even for a minuscule time
So called human don’t bother
No one turns back
Shocked they tend to become
Few seconds of grief
Then they leave
I scarred lying besides pavements
Fibers torn, covered with blood
My body silently screaming for help
But the so-called supreme creatures
Unconscious I am, reasons they lost
Victim I am, senseless
they become
Helpless I am , humanity they lost
My breathes about to go
They stand, stare and leave..
P.S: Delhi rape case still scares the hell out of me
making me goosebumpy and this poem for all those who actually stood, stared and
left the place when Damini and her friend were lying on the pavement. Instead
of doing anything to help people just passed by shameless to call us the
creatures with reasoning skills.
My son survived
The screams of the children
Heard guns responsible for that
Bombs bombing the future
And me selfish mother
Happy my son survived
P.S: Could not imagine the pain of mothers who
actually lost their children in the school attack in Pakistan.
RIP all the innocent lives.
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