Not by the mean faces
I see everyday ,
who smile
with a mask on.

Not by the harsh voices
I hear everyday,
that always
pull me down.

But by the unseen faces,
by their unheard voices,
only their words-
the wisdom within...

I am inspired.

What good does a war do ?
Taking lives of civilians and soldiers alike,
destroying livelihoods.

What good does a war do ?
You killed my people, I killed yours -
the cycle goes on and on .

What good does a war do?
Fighting for a piece of land-
what good is a piece of land
if all your loved ones are dead ?

What good does a war do?
Polluting air , damaging crop lands -
what good will it do if you have poison to breathe, no food to eat?

Don't we have enough
cause to fight-
climate change, global warming, ever -rising pollution?

It is not the time to fight each other but to stand together with each other.

Gone too soon,
too far away,
far beyond reach,
without saying goodbye.
Only memories are left now.

If we choose to be
we can be:

the voice of the voiceless,
the strength of the weakest,
a glimmer of hope for the hopeless,
a ray of light in darkness.

A lonely heart,
in a lonely world,
is always in search of
an oasis of love.

Everywhere
there's talent
indeed great talent
of very form
but sadly
so little
comes into
their true essence
for some reason
strangely unknown
to the person

just like
the fairest flower
being  unseen
with its petals
all blown
and strewn
by the wind
and drop silently
upon
some lonely
corner
to be
swept away
into a hidden '
drain-
ah, all such beauty
drowned
and has ended
all in vain!

Such loss
such grievous pain!

I was once curiously asked:
"Why write poetry?
Does it pay the bills?"

I replied with a smile:
"It does far more than that -
it heals."