Price of Indulgence

the price of indulging incitation,
paid by our silence to timely confront.
remember kristallnacht?
failure of the world at large
to stand up to a bully,
paid by bloods of millions of innocents,
and two atom bombs.

the world will never be the same again,
never again, we say
and then we keep mum,
when silence serves our purpose.

countless millions on the street,
the world lumbers from crisis to crisis,
many, a paycheck away from being on the street,
and our silence may put many out there soon.
one flash and boom it goes,
years of dreams down the drain.

the hearth has been stocked,
the fuel supplied,
a word evil, spoken from a distance safe, enough to spark
the fire of hatred.
as Rome burns, fiddles Nero.
and those who indulge and condone,
won’t even have the
rights to remain silent,
when they come for them.

Forlorn Friday

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Nothing good comes from
Heart filled with hatred
Broken strings not
Good music make
A gloomy day
Even a forlorn Friday
Will pass
Like the tree in winter, patient
Knows spring will come
Keep that light burning
Hope will see us through
An eye for an eye
A blind world makes
Fill hearts with love
Darkest days sure
Will pass by

Darkness and Deep:Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #154

Covered in darkness
Religious fanaticism
Deep hatred rules heart

Let there be light
To clear this deep darkness
Love may trump hatred

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I’m Happy where I am

I’m where I am
By choice or destiny
Where I could have been
Where I would have been
What does it matter
Now at this moment
Here I am
Wanted or not
I do not care
Will extend my hand
Open my heart
Left behind the
Garbage of the past
Carry the nectar
Of love in my heart
If you accept
As it is
Both of us gain
If not
You wallow in the
Filth of your hatred
I move forward
Spreading gospel of love
I’m happy where I am

Weary:Week Forty Two of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

At long last election campaign was over, election day came and went. We now have a president elect.  Whether we like him or not, that does not matter.  The law of the land does not recognize the winner on the basis of popular votes, but that’s the law of the land.  If the majority does not like the law, then the majority needs to work towards repealing that law.  However, approximately 42% of eligible voters decided to stay home. As a result the winner was elected by the votes of about a quarter of the eligible voters and will now decide the fate of the country for at least four years and his imprints may be there for many more years to come due to the possibility of selecting justices of his choice for SCOTUS.

None of the above bothers me.  As many had said before, in a democracy people gets the government it deserves.People had made their choices one way or the other or not to vote. What bothers me is the lingering impact of the nastiness of the long drawn out election campaign. The campaign had worn out the people.  People had become weary of politics.  What one should remember  that once pandora’s box is opened, the curse is out and it is very difficult to put it back again.  There is no whitewashing the fact that the genei of hatred that had been unleashed during the campaign is just politics.  Kristallnacht was not just politics. It should be a warning to those who lost hope not to be weary but to be on guard that history does not repeat.  It is better to engage than to be weary and lose heart.  It is a given that in a political system where winner takes all, somebody is going to lose something.  Protesting injustice is a right in democracy but protests need to be used judiciously.  People who say that the law of the land must be respected and obeyed need to be reminded, if needed, over and over again that not very long ago segregation was the law of the land, slavery was the law of the land.  If the law is unjust, it needs to be changed.  It  behooves us not to be weary, not to retreat, but to engage.  Engage with the 42% that chose to stay home and not vote, engage with those who for one reason or other chose to vote for the winner.  Engagement is needed to make the silent majority a vocal majority to stand for what is right.  Being weary of the nastiness of the campaign is not going to take care of business.

I could have gone on and on.  However I have a deadline and the clock is ticking.  In another half an hour, it’s going to be midnight and I will miss the deadline to post my poem for Write Anything Wednesday.  So here is the word for my poem starting with “W” for week forty two of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, WEARY.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-16-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Woven:Week Forty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Quilts are woven in many cultures for various reasons.  Quilts are colorful, a harmonious cacophony of colors. They tell a story, story of love, story of passion, story of hardship, story of survival and story of rejuvenation. Sadly in the quilt of nations, the harmony of colors is missing.  It is replaced by false vanity of nationality, ethnicity, race, religion, language etc.  From our childhood we are bombarded by stories from our past, our cultures, our mythology. These are woven into the fabric of our everyday existence, so much so that we consider anybody else not sharing the same as aliens. They are not woven into the fabric of the quilt of our existence.

Technology has made the world smaller, brought people much closer. Technology also has made it easier for bigots to spew venom, spread hatred. Isn’t it time for us to weave a new story, a modern story of the human race? A story of hope, a story of all of us coming together, a story of march for justice and peace for all.  If that story can be woven successfully, what a legacy we shall leave for posterity.

With that thought in mind, for week forty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I chose “Woven” as the starting word for my poem.  Now, my dear readers, it’s time for me to go and finish writing my poem before it is midnight and Wednesday rolls into Thursday.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-2-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Worship

Worship I may not
One and only God
Rather I will
Silently make a prayer to
Humanity to stop these
Insane killing wars and let
Peace reign in this world

Worship I will not
On the alter of greed
Religions that teach and
Spread gospels of
Hatred and divisiveness
Insulting others who does not
Pray to their gods

Worship I can not
Only to have doubts
Ruining my life
Strength of my faith
Humble though it may be
I am sure one day
Pull me out of this misery

Worship I will
One that is
Ready to heal and bring a
Stop to the world’s
Hunger, hatred and heinous crimes
Imbibing in everyone’s heart a feeling of
Pride to be at peace with one and all


Write anything Wednesday Oct-19-2016

 

Let me go in peace

Grant me the wish
To go in peace
To go in one piece
Not fragmented by
The hatred of
The mercenaries
Neither do I wish
To grow old such
That all pains are mine
And the doctors rich
Let me be in peace
If these old organs
No benefit to the living
Through me in the ocean
In death may
I be useful
If not to humans
Atleast to someone
Who will enjoy my taste

Week 10 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Not sure why I have not been focussed at all today.  I sat down to write and I digressed. No, it is not writer’s’ block. Ideas are continuously bombarding my mind, pushing to come out and defile the computer screen. It’s just that extra push I am not been able to give myself to sit quietly and write. That extra push that is needed for many of us to get out of bed and start the day. That extra push that is needed to take us out of a funk and go out and achieve something.  That extra push that is needed to get out of our night clothes , shower and go ahead to start the day. That extra push that converts work from drudgery and chores to fun. That extra push that is needed to lift us from thinking “what’s the point of doing all these” to “Yes, we can”.  Sometimes we need help, but the best help as we all know is self help.  It will have to come from within ourselves to respect us. If we do not love us, how can we love others? Nothing great comes out of hatred. Feelings of depression and melancholy will definitely trickle down to one’s expression including writing.

Ah! writing.  I still have to find a word starting with the letter “W” for my poem for week ten of my fifty two weeks journey with “W”.  Already half of Wednesday is over and I have not yet posted anything for “Write Anything Wednesday” for April 6. I have made this commitment to myself for the year long journey and I do plan to keep it, if I can find anything. Now that’s funny, anything for “Write Anything Wednesday”. I don’t think I am getting any external help in this, so I have to look within myself to find the word and write a poem about it. “Within”, now that’s a word starting with “W”. So why not write a poem starting with “Within”.  What can go wrong? Nobody reads poems anyway.  So with that thought, it’s off to lunch I go. Digressing again, but promise to come back soon, write my poem and post it before Wednesday is over. Who knows what Thursday holds.


This post is in response to  Write Anything Wednesday 4-6-2016, Daily Post Community Event, organized by  Writerish Ramblings

Faded Yellow Brick Road

In a world full of hatred, mankind has lost its innocence

Somewhere beyond the rainbows
The yellow brick road has faded
Road littered with potholes
Does not lead back home
Munchkins still till the land
Pot of gold beyond reach
Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion
Lost their hearts
Wicked witches of east and west
Risen from their slumber
Intent on slandering
All Dorothys and Totos
Of this world
Emerald City full
With wolves and hyenas
Fangs ready to tear
Innocence from our hearts
Wizard has lost his ways
Road to Kansas
Full of perils
Silver slippers lost
Its powers
Tsunami of hatred
Dropped us
In the land of Death