Justice is a holy grail seldom found,
where the accused one is guilty as charged
until proven otherwise beyond all shreds of doubt!
Power, though, is secured from such vile threats,
as it can seldom be held accountable
for any of its’ words, actions or policies!
Affluence is the sole means to positions
where talent is as deep as pockets go,
unaffected by the mass or volume of the mind!
Rooking, though, is held to be as brilliant,
almost as one’s inherited properties,
starting lower but rising faster than the rich!
This is not history through a magnifying lens
but the very state of my world in present tense!
This is the irony of love for me,
when we are in love with another soul,
unless that soul is free from all the chains
of desire, no soul is worthy enough
to be loved on its own, rather it is
our love that turns a human soul divine
and worthy of love that stems from a human mind!
On the other hand if a soul is free
from the manacles of desire, we can
love it forever but can never own,
for true love is not possessed, it belongs!
At one end of the spectrum we have all but love,
while at the other, nothing except it
and if we have doubts, it will never be enough!
…But there are things that can never be said aloud
or expressed in mere words, things that baffle us,
shedding doubt on the purpose of our existence
and on our final destiny as well.
When the sky is hazy with mist, not thick enough
to shroud the distant stars but heavier than the clouds,
hanging above the skyline of the cityscape,
like a muslin shawl on an urban shoulder draped,
a humid sense of emptiness engulfs my soul
as if the atoms of my being have turned
into those tiny droplets of the mist around,
flocked together but never truly one.
When the wind is tinged with the cold smell of winter,
saying, ice has begun to form on the Himalayan,
it feels as if a frost has bitten through my soul
and even angels cannot save me from the fall.
Baffled, all my strengths and virtues seem as meaningless
as my sins and weaknesses, in the final call.