Neither an atheist,
Nor a believer,
No, not a doubter;
Neither rightwing,
Nor leftist,
No, not taking a middle path;
I walk that path,
On which only,
Humanity is my fellow traveler.
Tag: humanity
Price of Lost Freedom
There is truth
Then there is absolute truth
In between is the murky world
Where science is harangued by charlatans
Evolution battles with creation
News gets bombarded by fake news
Power trumps common sense
And more often than not
Cream that rises to the top
Is nothing but scum that floats
Facts get tortured out of shape
Decency hides behind veils of political correctness
Courage gives way to party lines
Patriotism becomes a game
Humanity slaughtered at the altar of ambition
And somewhere the lies illude us all
When truth becomes the victim
Chaos and mayhem not far behind
Those who prefer to forget history
Will pay the price of lost freedom
I Search in Vain
My friend Jane (Jane Dougherty) had introduced me to writing Ghazals in English some time back. Growing up in India, I was quite familiar to listening to ghazals but never knew that ghazals were also written in English. During last few months, I tried my hand writing a few pieces. I either write in my mother tongue, Assamese ( Axomiya), and then translate to English or vice versa. Last week, like a fool, I prompted Jane to write a ghazal as she had not posted a ghazal for quite some time. She turned the table on me as she promptly wrote one and posted (Rain) and challenged me to write one. I find it very hard to follow rules while writing poetry and ghazals do have some strict rules. I am not professing that I have followed all the rules but here is my try. My apologies to all the purist who follow strict rules. I plead guilty to breaking the rules.
I wrote the following piece in English first and then translated to Assamese. Posting it in the same sequence.
I Search in Vain
Sad Day It Will Be
Efficiency kills
Humanity is victim
Morons ascending
Sad day it will be
Deep Blue writes a masterpiece
Lacking emotion
Culprits we all are
Machines inevitable
Midas touch destroy
Non-believer
I believe in the goodness of humanity
Believe that dawn will follow night surely
Believe in all things beautiful
Though the world is full of misery
Believe in oneness of mankind, disappearance
Of artificial boundaries dividing us
Believe one day we shall overcome, and
Win our fight against eradication of crippling diseases
Believe we will be able to stop all abuses and exploitation
And rise above our shortsighted, mean spirited oppressors
I believe that peace will prevail over terror
Truth will always trump fake
Those who preach hatred
Will be consumed by their own hatred
But I do also believe that we the people
Of diverse faith, color and race
Working together will create wonder
To make this world better
Because I am not ready to wait
For grace of almighty
And believe in miracles to happen
You shun me as a non-believer
I will rather have my faith
In the goodness of humanity
And burn in hell if need be
Titles That Define
Defined by titles
Earned or self proclaimed
Size of bank balance
Hearalding status
Monarchy is dead
Long live the king
We are so and so
Even it may be ex
Like to see it in paper
After our names though
As if the titles
Bestow respectability
At the expense of our humanity
Knowledge be damned
Humility sign of weakness
We search the internent
To titillate our senses
With an attitude of
Holier than thou
We lament
What this world has become
Where we are known
Not by our qualities
But the titles that define
Their Place In Sunshine Today: Three Line Tales, Week 68
photo by Faustin Tuyambaze via Unsplash
Sea of freshly minted humanity unfurling waves of radiant hope for a rosy future
Let them enjoy their fifteen minutes of fame and their place in sunshine today
Before the world comes crashing down, robbing their innocence and trading their souls
Utopia Lost
Utopia lost
Heaven in flames eternal
Passive spectators
Perpetual fears
Resigned to our morbid fate
Dance with tyrants all
Mortgaged our due rights
Impending danger beckons
Humanity burns
Past is History, Not a Mystery
For those that past is not history but a mystery
Anything that can’t be explained a miracle
At the drop of a hat those who are ready
To confer divinity to reformers of the past
But are ready to punish and instill fear of death
On the followers of reformers of modern age
Heretics and hearsay if you question the past
Are we to believe that everything modern is foolish
And ignore the witch hunts and killings of the past
In the names of the divine and almighties
Fie to those for whom the past is a crutch
To crush any discourse and dissent
Fie to those who will not leave any stone unturned
To keep humanity shackled in fear of an all merciful
Past has becomes a tool in the hands of the powerful
To keep legions in line as blind followers
Reformers, yes! Enlightened humans they were.
We the ignorants put them in pedestals
Covering our eyes with religious blinds
Walking hobbled in our daily life
Looking for a saviour to save our souls
While the merchants of death
Paddle the past as pillars of faith
FAITH
I am not religious but I do have faith.
I am not religious
But I do have faith
I have faith on
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