Peace be on you

I am neither lost
Nor seeking
Neither I lack faith
Nor indoctrinated
Atheist I am not
Nor a believer
In a world gone mad
Everyone preaching
My way or highway
Who is to judge
Wrong or right 
I shall let you
Have your say
Will keep my
Opinion to myself
Lest I make a
Fool of me
Opening my mouth
Peace be on you
I have found mine

Weary

Weary  we all after a long, nasty campaign
Election is over but peace has not returned
Apprehension grips the minds of many
Reluctantly though they will have to face the fact
Yearning for what could have been is worthless

Weary to the bones those who lost hope
End of a beautiful dream long nurtured
And who knows when the stars align next
Right when becomes wrong it’s a danger sign
Yet it’s not the time to abandon hope

Weary but will rejuvenate and reconvene
Ending inequality and injustice is a pledge
Answer to our quests will come
Rights that were earned won’t be trampled
Yes we can,  yes we will fight to reverse the wrong

“WRONG”! Week Twenty Eight of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

We come to this world pure and innocent.  Slowly as we start growing up, we start to learn what is right and what is wrong.  It is out of love and concern about our safety that our elders, knowingly or unknowingly, start teaching us what is good for us and what is bad. We do not have much choice. Left to ourselves we would have learnt everything by trial and error as we grew older, if we would have been lucky enough to survive our curiosity.  So early on in our life, we learn to be subservient to our elders in believing what is right and what is wrong.

Many of us during our adulthood relearn to judge for ourselves what is right and what is wrong. Sadly, many of us never grow up.  We abdicate our responsibilities to judge for ourselves and become blind followers.  We rent out our brains to others to play with it as they like and become puppets, to dance at the will of our puppet masters as they pull our strings.  Simply put, we just become unable to decipher right from wrong.  We let ourselves be manipulated and start believing whatever our puppet masters put into our brains.  Otherwise how can one justify killing for any cause. We have sanctified killings and tortures by awarding Nobel Peace Prize to people whose hands were sullied by the blood of  their fellow human beings, we have declared people as saints who had tortured their fellow human beings in the name of their faith and God.  We always find a reason to justify those actions of ours.  If those killings and tortures can be right, then why other killings and tortures are wrong.

For me, personally, what is wrong is wrong.  We may try to wash that wrong in milk to make it look like pure lily white, but that does not make it right. Concoction of politics and religion, the venomous brew of race, ethnicity, language and nationality has poisoned our minds to such an extent that a day may soon come when the human race, whatever left of it,  may be dancing the dance of ultimate destruction on the cemetery of it’s own creation.

Before I start sounding like one of those sermonizing pundits who invade our houses day and night through the wonders of modern technology at light speed, let me share with you the starting word of the poem for week twenty eight of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.  You, my dear readers, must have guessed it by now and you are not “WRONG”.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Aug-010-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings