War and crime

The notion of war or peace is absurd,
For none of them can be only existing conclusion,
We have a long road ahead to peace,
With wars at each pitstop waiting abreast.
I know not of olden days,
The cause of wars our ancestors fought,
I must tell about the pacifists though,
Not a working solution in times of despair.
Man kills man in name of religion, sex, rights and what not,
Men of God and men from the house of blasphemy,
Together unite in hours of tension,
Fire at the lives of thousands of innocent.
When will the people understand,
Man’s ego has left no stone unturned,
My teacher at school used to say,
“Peace is noble man’s dying wish.”
We have come a long way from beginning,
And possibly while I am writing this,
Sounds of grenade or bullets may be heard,
In parts of middle east, or perhaps our neighbouring districts.
Death awaits us all in one way or other,
Dear God in heaven hasn’t made us immortal,
But His highness didn’t made us all,
Because we kill without sanity our own kind?
Terror is the face of evil that prevails,
And us, unknowingly we all contribute our hands in grains,
Men with power don’t do nothing either,
Fear of terror has won the battle so far better.
All we can do is lock ourselves in,
Sit with those we love and cherish this life,
Because in days to come they will come for us,
But no, we are not the triumphant one’s.
We had our chance but we lost it,
World peace is just a made up word for hope,
We believe we are guarded safe,
Though each night at sleep someone survives one more day.
I can’t do nothing alone and neither can you,
But together we can break the turf,
Let those who burn the children alive know,
We are not afraid no more, we stand against crime.
Faith, unity, hope and righteousness are all our sole weapon,
In this battle of uneven force,
In order to win, we must do without the fear of death,
For if the cause if just, I have been told, victory is always known to come.

Tears from then

I don’t have to tell you or this world,
How I miss you larger than life,
Every once in a while.
People need not know my longings of love,
For they are those who made me fear
Days from the past, days of my future.
Why must I shed any tear for a humanly soul,
That shredded my devotion into grains of dust,
And her-my life! Why should I waste her anymore than today.
I have come a long way from that visiting,
And yet fragments of it strive along,
Needing an outburst every one fortnight.
Children around my home play along,
At ease with anonymous sentiment of triumph,
But do they feel defeat just as hard?
I remember days of my childhood,
How it all went and how I lost,
I did feel terrible and ugliest.
She was a bright sunshine I longed for,
Her aroma aroused the dead,
Sadly, hers was the way of the devil-bleek.
I remember my years of growing up,
I did see some victory then,
But initial failure struck a little too longer than forever.
Memories are bittersweet
And with them comes tears;
tears of joy, tears of sorrow,
Tears that leave an entire lifetime in wound,
Tear that roar the soul of a lifeless cold man.