contemplations

I look back and see through the mist
How a ruthless and angry fist
Has been crushing my precious peace
And devouring it piece by piece.

I was born on a land of mine
Beautiful, splendid and fine,
But, unfortunately, I am now
A stranger and I don’t know how.

A citizen of a third rate
That’s what I’ve become, what a fate!
A man who is always busted
Because he cannot be trusted.

I’m the native of this great land
Just like its shores and golden sand,
My rights are elementary,
Say geography and history.

It’s my right to grow and prosper
And lead a life nice and proper.
I’m not to be bound and deterred,
And ultimately be transferred.

I should be allowed to survive,
Live in peace and, hopefully, thrive.
Remember this is also my state too
Whatever you inflict or do.

Compromise is the stepping-stone
Toward peace in this, land war-prone;
Peace is the greatest gift and grace
That can save us from this war-curse.

Peace depends on the sanity
Of those who deplore enmity,
And those who have seen so much blood
That can begin a second flood.

Treat the others with the respect
And love you demand and expect.
Be curious to learn their culture
That adds to the human structure.


The world’s full of different colors,
Like a garden full of flowers,
Ah, what a dull and boring place,
The world will be with just one race.

Respect every identity
And every race’s entity,
Don’t hate this or that religion,
Every one has its origin.

If you form the majority,
Still you are a minority,
For it’s a relative matter
So think it over, don’t stutter.

I’m a man not just blood and flesh,
You can’t treat me just as you wish.
I’m a man as free as the wind
That all enmities can transcend.

By building barriers and that wall,
Of course peace will eventually fall.
They’ll definitely undermine
All efforts for peace just and fine.

We need to remove every cuff
That hinders peace or such a staff.
Don’t talk about equality,
Do make it a reality.

We all have to be courageous
To do what’s just and righteous.
To no avail is every deed
That we do if it hate does breed.

Why is it so easy to hold
Onto prejudices so old?
Why do we stick to a belief
That leads to bloodshed and mischief.

Why is it easier to stir
The inhuman elements’ flare
Than build up the mutual trust
Between nations which is a must.

Why should I prove my loyalty
Every day to the royalty?
Why can’t a citizen pursue
His dreams despite what may ensue?


Between the hammer hard and cold
And the anvil they me do hold.
Am I guilty of no reason?
Is my survival a treason?

Life by itself is a value
Not land or any revenue.
Love, compassion, and tolerance
Are the paths to coexistence.

Killing and assassinations,
Violence and accusations
Repeatedly reiterated
Make me feel so irritated.

Your arrogance and vanity
Won’t make peace a reality.
It can’t grow and it never will
As long as you destroy and kill.

Peace can’t live and dwell in a swamp
Where prejudice does leave its stamp.
Peace needs leaders brave and plain
Who seek no political gain.

Nations can’t live just by the sword,
However strong they are and bold,
Constant wars are to no avail,
They only let hatred prevail.

Peace is the key to all conflicts;
War only disasters inflicts.
There are no winners or losers,
At war we’re all the abusers,

Let’s all set up peace high and grand
And not put it down to the ground,
Narrow mindedness only leads
To destruction and pains it yields.

It is much wiser not to fall
In faults whether big or so small.
Why aren’t we any more thinkers?
Why can’t we remove our blinkers?

How can you get the other’s trust
By being unfair and unjust?
How can you be safe and secure
While the other’s rights are obscure?

Acts of mutual violence
Lead to more and more vengeance.
Compromise, on the other hand,
Will make us share this splendid land.

Greatness is the ability
To give up one’s hostility.
Only just peace can make amends,
And make previous foes become friends.

We need a world of peace and love
That glitters like the stars above.
We don’t need the narrow minded
Who make the world with blood flooded.

Peace won’t come through a gun’s barrel,
This way you can’t win this battle.
Peace comes through reconciliation,
Not through acts of retaliation.

To make peace a true prophesy,
You have to change your policy.
With love, honesty and good will
We all can stop this useless kill.

A ceaseless conflict nothing brings;
It will render peace without wings.
We have to live in harmony,
Not in despair and agony.

It’s the duty of everyone
To fight for peace not for the gun.
It’s a pity that the extreme
Have become here the ruling stream.

If we focus on the welfare
Of nations and not on warfare,
The world will be a better place
In which everyone will live in grace.

You can’t be oppressors for long
Even if you’re now great and strong.
You can survive by honesty,
As well as thrive by modesty.

Wars can end everything but hate
Which keeps running deep like one’s fate.
Mad power is self-destructive,
However, it seems productive.

I’m optimistic I confess
No matter how much you oppress.
I do believe that tomorrow
Will yield no more pain or sorrow.

However, it will take some time
To get peace precious and sublime.
Peace will eventually come true
For your own good and mine too.

The Wall

To stop this catastrophic fall,
You’re building a gigantic wall
Which you believe will stop terror
And help you get rid of horror.
I don’ know, are you realy blind?
Why don’t you look not far behind?
The time of walls has allready lapsed,
They’ve fallen down, just collapsed.
Whatever they represented
Is now world wide resented.
People want to live peacefully,
And cooperate usefully.
They want to live on with respect
And have a much better prospect.
They want to succeed and prosper
And lead a life good amd proper.
They need no more catastrophes,
No more racial philosophies.
They want to exchange expertise,
They do need to use and release
Their frustrated abilities
And find new possibilities.
They don’t need a wall of no avail
Which eventually won’t prevail.
A wall, you think you need so hard,
Will be pulled down someday by hand,
The huge sums being invested
For nothing are being wasted.
The leaders are just selling you
An illusion you think it’s true.
No wall can divide between sides
Living so close within few strides.
A wall can’t bring security
To a fear stricken community.
You have to deal with the causes
Not with the consequences.
Terror feeds on the lack of hope
When people can’t manage or cope
With life’s responsibilities
Or stop future fatalities.
You can’t have peace while you destroy,
Talking peace is another ploy.
No wall at all can alleviate
The feelings of fear or deviate
The problem from its true reasons
No matter how many seasons
Will pass untill you come at last
To the conclusion, hopefully fast,
That you can’ be free and secure
While they continue to endure.
No one can beat the resistance
Of those who fight for existence.
Actually they’ll accelerate
Their fight until they liberate
Their land and have a state of their own,
And as history has always shown,
A wall of iron and concrete
Is just cynical and obsolete.

The wall of mistrust between nations
Always causes tense relations.
This wall you must know won’t keep back
Any body whose life is black.
Instead you have to build a wall
Of trust, respect and life fo all,
A wall of free will and enterprise
By which eaach side can realise
Its own dreams without causing grief
To others or any mischief.
A wall doesn’t separate for a while
Between enemies still hostile.

What Makes

What makes neighbours stupidly fight?
What makes them lose their inner sight?
What makes extremists keep struggling
While we keep talking and prattling?
What makes them enslaved to their past,
Unable to make a new start?
What makes them so insensitive,
Indifferent and uncreative?
What makes them refuse to reflect
Before they stupidly reject?
What makes them become oppressors
And so unduly aggressors?
What makes a man think he’s a god
Who decides what’s good and what’s bad?
What makes us all narrow minded,
Tied up by greed, wrath and hatred?

The Magic Word

If you had the right magic word,
Right away you’d make us vanish,
If we had it or the right code,
Your existence we’d soon ravish.
But because neither you nor we
Have that magical skill, let’s think
What the alternative might be-
Peace lest we all fall down and sink.

Love Under Siege

She was sitting on my usual rock
Where the foamy, restless waves used to flock.
When she turned and charmingly looked,
My soul ahe captured, my heart she hooked.
I tried to fight the spell of her green eyes
Which reminded me of the pure sunrise.
Having failed, I thought of running away,
But she surprisingly urged me to stay.
In fact, she spoke nicely and playfully,
However, I reiterated doubtfully.
My true identity she couldn’t know
Therefore it would be much safer to go.
So I got up but before I could leave
She said something I could hardly believe.
She said she loved me though she tried to fight
Falling in love with me at first sight.
Completely shocked , I intended to flee
For it was a set up, I should get free.
She then explained that race or origin
Had nothing to do with love nor religion.
Yet I told her to be more practical,
The whole issue was in fact cynical.
But she calmed me saying she didn’t care,
Her love, she thought, was genuine and fair.
“Ah, you’re romantic”, I had to explain,
“This queer relationship is hard to sustain.”
She then suggested that it would be best,
If we just tried to put it to the test.
A few weeks passed and every thing was fine,
Until the siege made our lives decline.
I was afraid our love affair of course,
Would be ravished during its deadly course.
Still I went to the sea to wash my fears
And pour away my invisible tears.
Still I continued to sit on my rock,
But the waves my good intentions did mock.
My efforts were vain for she came no more
And I really missed her more than before.
How on earth can we have any relief
When every side adheres to its belief?
Only those who are set to compromise
Can live I peace, there’s no way otherwise.
One day she showed up , but she looked battered,
The dazzle of her eyes was so shattered.
She stepped backward and took a deep breath
Before she said she’d come to seek death.
Her brother whom she wanted to avenge
Had been butchered while crossing a bridge.
“go ahead, kill me if you dare to kill,
He who loves well, can’t kill and never will.”
Suddenly she shivered and dropped the gun
Which went ablaze by the inflaming sun.

That’s Me

Everyone thinks I’m alright and so cool,
That’s because I play the clown or the fool.
I’m the citizen with the one thousand masks,
I’m the magician with mysterious sacks.
I’m a walking skeleton in my state,
"Better dead than alive’’ some like to state.
I’ve always been terrified, yet I’ve stayed
Just as an olive tree that doesn’t fade.
I’m the weirdest mixure of all structures,
I’m the most haunted by hostile cultures.
I’m the scapegoat of all the invaders
Who come and go, think of the crusaders.
That’s why I do play the fool and the clown
Even though I’m sick and my spirit’s down.
How else can I survive? How else can I be?
That’s me always torn between me and me.

Don Quixote

Heartache my country always offers me,
A struggle for ‘to be or not to be’,
A hard life I do lead in my country,
Just into dungeon I’m grante entry.
Citizenship is just more than being,
It’s behaving, believing and feeling,
I can’t enjoy my citizenship
Because of this queer relationship.
My brethren are at war with my own state,
How am I supposed to relate?
Here I don’t exist, I just eat and drink,
Nobody cares whether I feel or think.
I have no role to play whatsoever,
What can I do? What can I endeavor?
I’m Don Quixote trying to fix the world,
But my reward is a life dark and cold.