we are human...but are we humane ??

we are human...but are we humane??

Human race is to which we all belong..
there had to be a unity very strong..
instead what is found everywhere...
is hatred and attitude of why-should-i-care.

we take pride in being the most intelligent race..
arrogance is writ all over human face..
but why am i writing "we" ??
coz its now all about you and me.

constantly engaged in mass killing..
in a manner that is mostly spine-chilling..
pogroms and massacres are order of the day..
and bleeding humanity by bombing it away..

when one's agony and plight..
becomes other's delight..
when a nation's power and pelf
using the God's name itself..

as if the God belongs to them only..
on promises of after-life heavenly..
youths are lured into killing innocents.
with a feeling of victory rather than repents..

it doesn't matter if a mother cries..
they seek jihad in her hopeless eyes..
its not enough if her only son goes..
their motive is to add to her woes..

they wont mind blowing her away as well..
as if they seek fragrance in this gory smell..
it may be a son,mother,father or daughter..
they dont blink an eye and just slaughter..

and slaughter they do in a manner dastard..
for fellow humans they have just utter disregard..
they may justify it by wearin a jihadi mask..
but the crying mother,the orphaned childask..

have you lost your sanity..are you insane..
you may be human..but are you humane??

Just Around the Bend

Sometimes I feel it is almost there
brushing fingertips of questing hand
It slips my grasp; disappearing with a laugh
with a rustle in the passing breeze.

Sometimes I hurry, knowing it waits
just around the next corner
and often when I quickly turn around
a skilful shadow conceals itself.

When I have stopped, sometimes dejected
and resolved to abandon fruitless pursuit
in the beckoning mists ahead
it pulls me, unwilling yet enthralled.

I tell myself " treasure this"
when I fancy I have found it
in the hint of frown in the child's brow
as she prises the cap off forbidden bottle
in the glint of affection repaid
in crinkled grandmother's eyes
in the pleasant unwinding of mind and sinew
taxed by a now complete job
in the letting go of conscious will,
to fall into enticing arms of alcoholic stupor
in her soft sigh, as drowsily sated,
she nestles in the crook of my arm.
The moment passes.
Life intrudes.

Just that missing piece of the puzzle
just that word that will give meaning
the hand that will push away the veil.
and the key that will open the door.

Reason tells me I will never attain
that to which I cannot even give a name
Joy ? Peace ? Contentment ?
Fulfillment of that empty space inside
I know it awaits me
that perfect, elusive moment.

My Heart will go on (and on and on)

When I was just the tender age of three
( I have been told reliably)
I gave my parents a nasty fright
by bawling away through the night

In hindsight, when a scrawny lad of ten
I consider, there was a definite omen
Having devloped a taste for sambar and idlis
I demolished a dozen with consummate ease

My grim future could've been definitely seen
when at twelve, I started on Alistair Maclean
For, though lately from Enid Blytons graduated
I read all twentynine before I was sated.

Ah! Youth ! when I learnt the pleasures of the drop
and the uses of cigarettes as a stylish prop
Soon we were bunging vodka doubles down the hatch
and roads could be repaired with my lungs' tar patch

Nothing , however has caused more concern and derision
than my regrettable decline in the choice of women
Busty heroines gave way to Pam A and Lucy Lawless in my dreams
Now the caverns of my sleep resound with Chyna's screams

Big Man Up Above, I hate to be a botheration
but weren't You to imbue in me moderation?
Not to put it too finely, verily Thou blew it
and whenever I like something, I overdo it.

REDISCOVER THE PAST... AFTER BETRAYAL

REDISCOVER THE PAST... AFTER BETRAYAL

Priceless Pictures, MP3s,
A million documents -
Excel sheets, half-finished blogs,
Now just a figament.

Prayers, epithets, run their course,
Rave, rant, fume!
The blue screen stolidly informs:
"Unmountable_boot_volume".

Backups!! We clutch at straws.
But we can't reap what we don't sow.
Our last available backup
Is dated six months ago.

Books never betray us thus;
Pets seldom offend.
But technology stabs us in the back,
While pretending to be a friend.

We'll blow on our burned fingers,
We'll feign a calm zen.
And while the darned laptop's being fixed,
We'll rediscover our good old paper and pen.

WAS THAT THE RIGHT PERSON I MET ???

Along the water's edge, at a forlorn curve
I stood watching the nightfall
I could plainly see the waves gleaming
In the evening's soft moonlight

I was alone and thought of someone
Who would hold my hand and stroll along the coastline,
About someone who would bestow an amity
To my stances and outlooks

Quite a while later on, someone poked my shoulder
And whispered 'I am here'
Was that an enchanting delusion? Or a delightful reverie?
Or a realisation of my longing?

She made everything magnificent for me
She was as prized to me as sunshine is to flowers
She was one of the candid comrades,
Who wouldn't come around often

She made the daylight in understanding,
Out of shadows and confusion of thoughts
Flowers sprung up when we walked in unison
And I found the garden of my life full of such blossoms

I named that rapport as 'friendship'
She made a difference in my life that no one else could
Her concern, her benevolence, her fondness without end,
Made me stuck-up and very content to call her my 'Special Friend'

Out of the blue, she walked back leaving me alone
I was dazed and crestfallen at her manner
I thought of the cause which made her do that
But barely could I hit upon any

I was so tender and gracious to her
But she walked off even without looking back at me
Her comportment made me hopelessness
And no one was there to soothe me

At this time, when I tot up my blessings
My thoughts fit in to her
The way she beamed and chuckled
Times she've pulled me all the way through

Reminiscences of times we shared
They seal and close up my lonesome days
Reflections of a special heart
That never dies away

All these treasures in my heart,
They converse of her in the present day
Tell her of the thankfulness and gratitude
In a kind and gentle way

Evermore I will wear this smile
That shows upon my facade
The fabric woven in our life
Is of precious gold and lace.

Though she walked off without caring me,
Our friendship is always there to stay…..

Endless Road Of Misery

Endless Road Of Misery

Standing all by myself, I stare at the infinite sky

Watching my entire life just passing me by

Too scared to leave, too frightened to stay

How do I get through one more cloudy day

This is not at all the life I had planned

Mapped out with directions, compass in hand

Instead I am on the road that has no end

Miserable inside, yet I go on and pretend

Since you have been gone, I am trapped in this pain

Misery keeps following me again and again

Trying to realize where have I gone wrong

Who was I once and what I have become

This book of sorrow is stuck on one page

No matter how hard I run, I breathe in the same cage

Sometimes it seems as million years have passed me by

Waiting like a lonely moon and crying with the infinite sky

Emptiness wonders how much more can I take

Don't know what is ahead but its one more mistake

But through it all I still keep walking on

Following me, the Darkness keeps stalking on

Chasing your shadow I keep walking on this endless road

Loneliness ahead, emptiness behind I wonder;

How long can I go on ???