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Kairosclere Jun 2020
With nothing but hands
To hold each other strong
Against a havoc
Wind of life
The grip slipping
Only to tighten back again
A promise
In the heart
We are miles apart
And miles within
Together in an unbreakable way
Fabled words
Hold no meaning
Against an unspoken message
Of a bond
Etched in gold
The simplest worn thread
Holding itself upright
As we do
Against the howling phantoms
Of the past
And of the future
We brace ourselves
Together
And we set out
To beat fate.
Kairosclere Jun 2020
Unprompted lies
They hide a face
That lies beneath
A marked crusade
Porcelain dolls
With plastic smiles
Taught to be the person
That the man dictates.
Taught to talk
A rose in bloom
Rotting from the inside
From soul's disuse.
Taught to hide
To portray
The painting
Stripped of its depth
Diluted
By turpentine
Made to stink
(Cross that last;
her opinions don't matter)
A perfume
To suit the possessor
To enhance his theme.
Late at night though
When he's asleep
With another,
She writes
He could silence her mouth
But never her words.
Kairosclere Jun 2020
Under "it's okay" and "everything will be alright
I'm swallowed up
Giving false hopes
And motivations
That they drone on and on
The machine
Slowly corroding
Under an influence of dripping Maws
Of the unselfish mob
Imposing their rules-
It's anyways unite and rule, right?-
There's nothing left
But empty words
Labeled positive motivation
To make the cliché sound much more worse
False accusations aside
It festers within
Crushing out the zeal
To stick to your integrity
And speak
For the faceless masses
Telling them that they will be alright
If they could follow
All the rules set up
An example for the ideal human
And please the crowd.
Kairosclere Jun 2020
Today
when I was standing under the sun
to get on a bus
that would take me to my
tuition centre,
I saw a pigeon
with a broken leg
across the road
trying to cross it.
All of a sudden
an old man stopped
his vehicle to watch the pigeon.
The pigeon, in its attempt,
almost got crushed
under a bike's wheel.
This man gets down
from his vehicle and
tries to catch the pigeon.
It flies away from him,
painstakingly;
it would be better off on its own.
The man refused to give up.
He crossed the road along with it,
cooed to calm the pigeon down,
and lifted it tenderly
with both his arms
and took it home,
to care for it.
Maybe there's humanity still left,
in small acts of kindness,
but I don't think
this pigeon will be
remembered by anyone.
Kairosclere Jun 2020
A few days back,
when I could at last take a breath
away from my rigorous schedule,
Amma told me a story.
It wasn't something she usually says,
concerning studies or achieving great things,
or getting into a good college.
She said,
"There is a man,
who lives pretty close
to your paati's house.
While he was going to work,
he saw a crow's chick
fallen below a tree;
fallen from it's nest
just after hatching.
This man,
trying to rescue that poor thing,
took it home and nursed it.
Unfortunately the chick
died after a day or two.
Now,
everytime he gets out of his house,
all the crows in the locality
surround him
and try to peck his brains out,
because they probably think
he killed their chick.
Even people
who want to do good
to others are mistaken nowadays.
Maybe it would have been better for him
to leave the chick to die
under the tree itself;
he wouldn't have to be scared
to get out of the house then."
Listening to this,
I thought maybe
humanity has become so corrupted,
that they've lost the trust
of even animals.
Kairosclere Jun 2020
It lay like new
Incongruous among the garbage
A streak of the brightest pink
In the middle of rotting masses
A bear
Dearly gifted
Yet thrown away
Within meagre minutes
In the journey
Maybe a fight broke out
On a jealous agony
And hurled that inanimate animal
Into the worst place they could find
Maybe it was a quarrel
Or maybe it was just too heavy to carry
Or a secret to be hidden
From even the closest of family
A gift of forbidden love
Even maybe
A child's error
Snatched away from its hands
The giant of a mound
I can only guess
Yet it lay so
Barren
Unwanted
Even while brand new.
Kairosclere Jun 2020
You know you'll just be okay
When you work
Till your while being
Shivers with exhaustion
And your eyes cloud
With salty perspiration
And you push yourself
For that one last lap
And keep pushing
Till another- and yet another
I know
You won't fall.
The places where you tripped
Is your terrain now.
With all these lessons
You've learned in your way
You know
That you'll just be okay.
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