When your only job is hunting for one

When I look up to the sky, I see clouds of despair; millions and black Thunderous strikes of lightning; invoking fear itself with every thwack! Wind upgrades to storm, and storm to inevitable death As Satan obliterates all hope, in one insidious breath.   The ghouls of devastation approach; riding their insane cavalry troops Their bloody hands slaying very existence, in infinite precarious loops! I no more see people, just faint shadows; hovering and whispering Defiantly cursing their bastard brothers; the spectres and their summoning.   Those ghastly devils; contempt, disdain, guilt and their diabolic allies Crushing all hope, cheer and bliss; yelling out chronically frantic cries! The earth is ripped apart, like flesh from a carcass; red and gore As it consumes everything that dwells on it, promptly and extempore!   The flame of hope is now fire; consuming its own existence, As all goodness has a price to pay; selling itself with zero resistance To the newly coronated r...

There is noise all around; insensible chaos and mutter, The peace that I am looking for, slides away like butter. Harried and harassed, the souls around me scream and utter, My throat blocks my words, for all I can do now is stutter. Peace, a fortune reserved by those, who can neither talk or think, Unimpeachable creations of nature, those animals, paint their blackness, with this white ink. Though primitive, they easily cross the turbulence of life, while with all my intelligence, I abjectly sink, I search somewhere for a hand to grab, but now, even He, just smiles back with a wink. Recklessly and constantly acquiring, I forget to notice that, which He already gave for free, Failing to realize that, which dwells within, is what leads morosity through the path of glee. My conniving mind manifests thoughts, to appease my faculties; and is yet perfunctory, And I float away from the truth, for that which I now can see, is illusory. I look for catharsis, that of my deeds, which were once s...

I give, but Never take, I live, but just for Their sake, I struggle, but Never cry, I try also to live, yet, I die.  I am Burnt, but I don’t mind, I see the worst of things, but still act blind, I sleep, but with open eyes, My soul is On Flames, my life, cold ice.  I am sold, but never Bought, I am lost, yet never Sought, I am beaten, by both men and fate, I am fed, with only abuse and hate.  Yet somehow, I console myself by saying, That I’ve been born into this world as a girl, and I cannot leave without Paying.

Listen to my call, oh doe-eyed one! oh evening's bliss! do come, Play your mellifluous flute to the melody that I cannot strum, Your shine brighter than the sun, your eyes darker than night, Blow your godly grace to me, and relieve me of my plight. Oh divine protagonist of Dharma! You are the master of fate and time, Come and save this Maha-Bharata from her childrens' crime, Your multi-temporal eyes see all that they did, do and contemplate, Their demons have outgrown them, leaving their souls in a frenzied state. Come oh slayer of demons! With your Chakra that shows the Virtuous Path, Pour some light into my childrens' eyes, so they can see the aftermath, Of the damage they are blindly causing, to themselves and their Mother, Show them the fruits of darkness and despair, of eating me to my core.  Come, oh rider of the Immortal Eagle, and with a gust of his wings vanquish, The toxic nonsense that lingers in the air that I can no longer breathe, Sprinkle the scent of wisdom ...

Once, they say there was a man, presumed to be a leader beyond compare Of people, to whom he promised, that days of light would ensue their night, And from the tyranny of the prevailing rulers, he would free them all. But Beware! Said some elders who smelled the spice in his talks, that which only added to their plight. But no heed did anyone pay, and appointed him as their leader, And he, under the guise of realizing promises, went on playing a different game. A game of control, rightly so, as he now began gardening people's minds, his ideas the seeders, And time did play its role, as those seeds sprouted, and the garden was now his to tame. Now the king, though self-proclaimed, he started bringing about change not wanted, That of currency and of loyalty, which shifted towards his bureaucratic friends, Who benefitted millions from this chaos, and market monopoly, they now flaunted, Whilst some struggled and others protested, but in this pandemonium only saw their ends. And now fin...

Is there a debt to be paid? asks my mind, To all those who taught me how to survive and rise above survival, To those who gave me knowledge and helped many mysteries unwind, Who taught me an unbiased seeking of God, that Quran equals Geeta equals Bible. Is there a debt to be paid? asks my heart, To all those who fed me love and passion, so that I may grow kind, To those who did with me cry and laugh, painting my life into this gem of an art, Who taught me to love even the deaf and dumb, and who also taught me that love is blind. Is there a debt to be paid? ask my ears, To all those whose lulled me to slumber, and scolded me to the right way, To those whose joy was spoken by blissful kisses, and pain by doleful tears, Who taught me to applaud timbre and tune, and filter them curses to bay. Is there a debt to be paid? asks my tongue, To all those who moulded it to spew fire upon injustice, if not, immaculate gold, To those who wrongly earned my curses, and still were not stung, Who taugh...

And here I am, sitting in a bus, en route to my college, The road is cold as is ice in winter, and is surrounded by dense foliage. Winter showers snow outside, but it is cold inside, both the temperature and atmosphere, For each life that travels with me, has its head hung, not at least in shame, or in at most fear. It is just a piece of technology has burdened their necks and deafened their ears, Some random smileys now define what used to be laughter, and the new God has dried up their tears. Each life has its own song to listen to, but has no story to tell, nor has it a talk to talk, And as the devotees have even offered their eyes to it, it is too dangerous for them to alone walk. Thinking so, I look out the window with eyes expectant, as I am now bored of seeing rocks, And shocked am I, by what I see! An emotional dilemma of dismay and elation does lock Me in stupefaction! For the exuberance I see is a deviant so drastic, A realm where love is absolute and unbiased, where no act i...

People do the strangest of things in their lives. They live a consistently self-induced miserable lie, and yet constantly discuss other peoples' lives. They discuss the lives of their friends, their colleagues, their peers, their relatives, their roommates. They talk about their opinions, their personality, their choices and decisions, their relations and relatives, their morals and values and religion. Now, these people that they talk about; they don't necessarily affect their lives in any fancy manner. Their choices may or may not cause the complete upheaval of one's life and routine. How they talk, eat, laugh, bathe, clean their room, cry or chat on the phone, will only affect a person as much as a yowling cat or a buzzing honeybee does. A discussion about whether they clean the bathtub or the commode after using it or not, should not lead to how they were badly raised by their inefficient parents, or how they can never succeed and make good relations with anybody becaus...