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Life is a book of perishable pages, Divine needle stitching since ages, A golden pen called fate has been attached, We write every moment till breaths get detached.
We have been bestowed upon with liberty, We may emblazon with iridescent words of humanity, Or dampen the divine pages with the ink of cruelty, Each page shall vocalise one day in front of the Almighty.
Some pages hold the fresh cologne of sacrifice and love, Pages of blessing earned will appear whiter than a dove, Some bear the putrid smell of our pains and tears, Some burnt by the flames of our trauma and fears.
Each page hold the names of people with whom we deal, In an invisible ink, on the last eve, it shall unveil, Few pages hold the moments of our defeats and victories, Whilst others bear the minute details of underlying histories.
The most important fact about this book that we happen to ignore, The ink continually loses its trace on the backside of the page, Whatever we write on the face of it, be it pious deeds or actions impure, The trace of karma doesn't get deleted until gets calmed it's rage.
The vibrant red velour, that had you cloistered within
With the picture of Dory, the fish, I couldn't resist your mien,
I remember, a little more you costed than daddy's budget,
Mismatched with other pillows and mom's closet.
With a teary face, outside the shop I silently stood,
As I knew what my smiles couldn’t, tears would,
Dad entered the shop again after the billing happened,
Just for that single pillow shutters were withdrawn, counter got opened.
You were the last gift,souvenir of the dwellers of paradise,
I feel strong when I rest my head as if my father's arms have enwrapped,
I sense the warmth of my mother's lap when I shut my yearning eyes,
It feels that their souls never left, within you they still lie trapped.
I narrate about how inhumanly they treat an unwanted orphan,
Whilst suppressing my squeaky cries against your cushion,
My scars when camouflage with the hues of your coverlet, visible to none,
They carry away, present in the feet of the owner of heaven.
All my dreams and desires that without them, incomplete & unfulfilled,
Lie entangled within the threads of your fabric, safely concealed,
The pearl of my tears before getting lost in the maze of your threads,
In front of the lord, to heal my wounds , they must be bowing their heads.
An evening sitting alongside my balcony,
Leaning on my backrest, sipping my hot tea,
My eyes got caught by a scene of violence,
The sinners were young, tender was their innocence.
A puppy was being bullied, as he struggled walking,
His hind foot was hurt, on the side of the road he was resting,
Neither did he bark nor scared anyone, silently enduring the pain he lied,
None bothered to call the vet, none thought of his wound to be tied.
Then what was that thing that provoked the little children,
To kick him and pull his tail, to aim stones at the orphan,
A few minutes later the mother arrived out if nowhere,
Barked at them, cuddled with her baby and vanished from there.
I wondered what would have puppy told her mother,
“Mamma, it's hurting so bad, do not leave me alone ever,”
“They kicked on my belly and pulled my tail, shouted together into my ear,”
“Blew off the dust in my eyes, I still shiver out of acute fear.”
“Why don't we have a house? Why don't we get food when hungry?”
“Why do we have to sleep thirsty? Why does none punishes the bully?”
“Why can't we live in peace? We are we being ran over ruthlessly?”
“Why don’t they understand that even we can feel the pain? Why do we have to bear silently?”
Whilst licking the bleeding wound, mamma dog comforted her baby,
Helplessly crying at his questions, she sang an answering lullaby,
“Humans are they but humanity has bled through their hearts it seems,”
“Cross-fated are we to be born into such heartless realms.”