caught between the dust motes
spinning lazily in the sun's rays
is that moment of time
that we all wish we could
have time again.....
                         ....and again

The mask I wear is but this skin of mine,
They find it unbelievable to have this much shine,

Is it through a fault of mine,
one can't assume to see the shine?

Or are we so weary,
to see ambivalence behind every disguise?

The same newspaper...
A picture oozing guileless joy

Eyes wide with laughter, eyes filled with happiness;
Hands clasped together, feeling kinship with each other;
Happy tears rain down on cheeks, frozen in this colorful sheet;
Loud cries of delight, silent and muffled in my reality;
Big bright colorful light cover the expanse of the background, not adding much beauty to the sight at hand;

Chaos and order dare not to stand side by side, they would rather mix together and collide;
There is no need to breach any peace, its already within a hand's reach;
Children yearn not for peace, but for a chance to be part of a celebration delivered by peace;

Nothing would be more sweeter than to remain in this blissful state;
Determination marked their faces, but only to win fame and prize;
Dancing, and reading national poems should be admirable, but it balks when at contrast with my previous sight;

Haplessness engulfs me yet again, where am i needed here?
Where can I make a change?
I could add to to an already existing happiness, will it be fulfilling?
How Can i make something complete, more complete?
Where is my purpose here?
I settled for a prayer,
For such happiness not be stolen,
For the children to always delightfully smile, to know nothing of the horrors of war;

The picture remain as it is, nothing to add...nothing to extract

A newspaper..
A picture oozing desperation..

Eyes wide open in horror, eyes filled with terror;
Hands clasped together, seeking console from each other;
Sad tears walk a path down on cheeks, frozen in this white and black sheets;
Silent cries of agony, loud and clear in my reality;
Green trees cover the expanse on the background, softening not the sight at hand;
Chaos and order stand side by side, divided by a barbed fence to keep strangers at hand;
Peace is so close to reach, yet its so hard to breach;
An extended hand through the fence's opening reach, cries for help and beseech;
Defeated children stood on higher ground, wistfully yearning for a safety beyond the line to be found;

One land they share, the same landscape everywhere, divided by that one line there;
Nothing would be more sweeter than walking to the other side, to be engulfed in the safety of the other land, to stumble across its ground;

Defiance marked the eyes, determination marked their faces;
Climbing over barbed wires, is a thing to admire;
A hole in the fence surly is an offense, but the notion balks under constant threat of imminent death;

Helplessness engulfs me, so to my mind's fantasy I flee;
I grab them all in the palm of my hands, transfer them to a far away land;
To a place where they live in peace, nothing to drive them away from a home that ease;
Where I can see smiles on children's faces, nothing to steal away the innocent race;

Again at the picture I look, and my mind excitedly shook;
The picture remained, and the people no longer were in pain;
For the picture only contained, the land, the trees and the barbed terrain;

It became but a picture of a landscape, a speck of history draped in mystery.

stop.
who are you?
this is no place for outsiders.
the night is a ravenous creature and the stars
don’t shine for wandering men.
how did you get here?
was it the voices in your head or the paths your wounds have bled?
stay back, it’s not safe.
you underestimate the distances ahead.
your mind will try to trick you but please, be warned.
the lost souls look like trees and the trees like snakes,
it seems you don’t realize what’s at stake
but the moment you step behind these gates…
it is too late to turn back now.
I wish you all the best.
may the darkness turn to light and the light guide you.
may your feet not turn to stone and your story lay at rest.
one day the gravel path will turn to dust.
one day your steel body will turn to rust.
and yet I trust you shall carry on.
you must.