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RiBa Oct 2017
Chained to Work
Released through Verse
Back from the Brink
For better or for Worse!
I find my release from the hum-drum of life.
RiBa Oct 2017
Alone, in the midst of a crowd
Breathing, Flesh and blood
Yet covered with a shroud

Seeing but not feeling
Pain, yet surreal
Dead, yet not bleeding

Hope and dreams fall away
Despair eats the heart
Beyond repair

Sun will shine one day
End all the strife
Bring back the dead to Life
RiBa Oct 2017
Summer

Summer wind from west
Blows on the thirsty parched land
Like hot iron to skin
This is first ever attempt at Haiku. Critiques will be most welcome
  Oct 2017 RiBa
Adya Jha
Kamla sits on the stairs outside a shop
Wearing a worn out sari, holding a stick
Her thick glasses dusted with dirt from ages
She keeps her left hand extended
Passerby's coins make up her living
Jamal is always on a crutch
He sleeps on the footpath outside the masjid
When one day, someone drove over him
But justice for poor is non-existent

But you
You stand in the middle of the road
While a line of cars wait
You burst crackers like it's your own backyard
The remanents splattering everywhere

Instead
Go light someone's life
Give Kamla something to eat
Give Jamal a blanket
Who may be tapping car windows at traffic signals
Begging, to overcome our ignorance
RiBa Oct 2017
Diwali is here
Lights and colour everywhere
A boom and a bang
gifts and joys to share

Little girls and little boys
Dancing around with joy
Watching them from a distance
Was the little shoe shine boy

With his grubby hands and tattered wear
Black lined face and ***** hair
All he wanted was a little toy
But who would share with a poor shoe shine boy

His mother sewed clothes
Father, he had none
His house was a hovel
Clothes he had but one

His stomach growled
Hunger gnawing at the pit
looked at the rich people eating
And Shuffled his feet

The car door opened
He was called aloud
His heart froze and trembled
Wer they to shout?

They gave a 20 rupee note
smiled and said "No shoe to shine".
The lil boy stared and thought
"Is this a dream of mine?"

So with his bag, brush and ***** rag
Leapt the lil boy high in the air
His happiness knew no bounds
He had his joy to share

Ran to his home, to the little tattered hut
Forgetting about hunger and toy
He walked in a rich man
That happy little shoe shine boy!
RiBa Oct 2017
Help me, Help me
I scream and i scream
Silence abounds
Is this a dream?

The night falls heavy
The fog is dense
Terror clutches the soul
It starts to slowly make sense

No one can help, no one will
Alone in this evil darkness
no footstep is heard
Where death lies still

I am slowly sinking,
My feet cant feel the land
The dark and sticky glue
It clutches at my hand

So this is how it ends
No one hears my hollow cries
The dank evil rises around me
I have sunk to my eyes

Terror in my eyes
My throat is full of sand
My lungs burn out
Eaten by Quicksand!
A nightmare i often see..
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