my shaking hands and long sighs
for who i am, i feed on delusions
that someday the bow in my chest will fall
and a new dawn will arrive at the door

the weight i carry- of emotions, stronger than waves
waves that are sinking me under their weight
i close my eyes and teleport to secret gardens
i'm too weary to bear this pain

just looking at the stars
my curiosity reaches its high and
tells me to fly through them

i will enter the interstellar space-
a place between the stars
that will send me love for coming trillions of miles apart

the love which is different
from the one that you get on your planet
where bodies are buried everywhere and ashes in the soil

the love which is different
that will never hurt you and
one can dream of it after death

just looking at the stars
makes me want to fly through them
for once i can't wait for everything to end

staring into the abyss, i heard some voices gentle
so i wandered into the forest, to follow those voices
followed the stairs that led
                                          deeper
            ­                                         and
                                                           deeper

but my investigation brought me to a halt
the voices turned into screams and screams into howls
and suddenly the dark clouds obscured my eyes

saw a mammoth wall painted  in murals
in red, with memories and faces of people
a sudden pour of rain brought them to life
and they began to chase me to tear me
                                                              ­ piece
                                                           ­             by
                                                 ­                            piece

in the disbelief i closed my eyes
to make sense of what i had just seen
the light was ahead but far from the reach
suddenly all echoes disappeared in the haze

stuck in a maze,
a cycle of repetitive events
wish it was just a flicker
but this feeling is chained around my neck

waking up in the morning
to find bright light on the face,
there are birds chirping near the window
and in the next scene water dripping from the faucet

the silence i feel in the countryside feels
bigger than the world out there lying-
awaiting for me to step outside
and nothing else but to watch buildings?

ravishing summer morning,
a reminder to go out and
play by the river or
spend the whole season listening to music

she screamed into the camera
and became a voice of millions
someone called her a child of wealth
while someone called her fury fake

it all came from the mouth of an ill man
who would sit on his porch, almost at the death door
for how long should a fool ignore, the capitalism and greed?
he lost his shame when he started talking about her body

can a woman do something without being sexualized?
she sailed through the ocean to confess her anger
maybe the world needs more angry women
since a men can only talk about ***

when the floodwater rises, so does his fists
when the drought hits, his anger reaches peak
he needs someone weak to prove he is still a man
thus hiding violence under cover of crisis

they fight with their bows and arrows
while facing the one standing with a gun
they fight with giants millionth times their size
in terms of wealth, they're richer than old pharaohs

they fight with the monsters lurking towards their land
to claim it as theirs but they weren't even born there
they set the stage and talk about love
while their hunters hunt the indigenous

children dying in the global south
we cannot drink oil and gas
coral reefs are dying in the ocean
we cannot eat coal and live
species are facing extinction
he keeps filling his vaults while
children starve from hunger
and diseases spreading like wildfire

this poet finds it preposterous
why should i be afraid of the one in wrong?
to say out loud their names-
the one in power and the one pulling the strings,
its a game of power and money-
an endless hunger of greed,

ecosystems collapsing
forests in fire, cracks in the land,
oceans are toxic and storms wrecking havoc
and the cost is the humanity that we must preserve
our own kind keep pushing their agenda, calling this crisis a hoax
people are dying across the globe
we cannot survive from eating coal