I don't even try...

Everywhere – around, behind, at the front, and by the sides, the ugly and cruel face of poverty stares at me, mocks me. And, I see the mockery of life, brashly laughing at me, on me. Innocent faces wearing the mask of adulthood; soul – deprived of love, of care and yet getting on with life in the manner they have learned – begging, cheating, enticing the flesh hunters and getting poisoned, intoxicated to forget the worries; the realities for a few moments. These few moments are their bliss and they live in these few make-believe dream moments – only to get back to the world they know. I wish I could change their world, make it better in some way. Their world pains me, keeps me awake, and makes me cry. I feel ashamed over my helplessness and for the fact – I don’t even try…

Assertance...

Assertance is the virtue of strong......weak just whimper.....poor in life, the lowly gets filthier.....there is order among the rich and strong as well......strong...stronger...

..strongest.....demarcated as per territories....the strongs with stronger bonds, strengthen by power and the means to power.......and the order is prevailed...weak just whimper.....power marches ahead....the balance of unjust.......perfectly maintained.

Restless Mind, Sleepless Nights...

Something that I penned down eons ago…

It’s been some time

That I slept well for a while

Restless mind, sleepless nights

Among friends, I am all alone

I wonder why, why do I not own

The ease with which people smile

All around, I envy care

And love, part of everyone’s life

Albeit, I have got none

Sufferings, indifference

Or is it me running away