"litting" poems
When world becomes a mere place where we fear for life every seconds
When life becomes only lump of flesh and bones with no feelings in it
When human become scant creature of no second thought on humanity
Today when massive plots are drawn not to settle disputes
Instead to **** the brotherhood among the two
Today when pitty mishaps are not forgiven for the mean time
Instead taken as a matter of revenge
Where one has started fetting satisfied on others failure
Where one has started seeing happiness in others pain
Where one has started seeing gain in others life
Where one has started feeling contented on others blood
There we see terror and pain all over
Little kids have started to lose their future at an early age
Young girls have started losing their honor as ashame
Old parents have started being all alone with no desire to live
Lives are taken as easy as a cup of tea now
People are burnt as easy as litting a fire on hay
Humans are shot as easy as playing a toy pistol
Morality,Humanity,Honor,Love,Respect henceforth barely survives
Torment of mind and heart seeks some peace now
If you can't be the reason behind their life you can't even take one
Earn some humanity if not have some mercy.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
Oh! you beautiful world lend me your ear,
For i have a riddle for you to hear.
She is a diamond very precious and rare,
Not like stones cheap and found everywhere.
Found only once in a lifetime like a golden chance,
When you lose her, she is lost forever like a night glance.
She is a moon during the darker days of the night,
Shining and litting up the sky for her little star to be a knight.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
Spacing out between the clift
with nothing else to compare
not even the shadow
not even the light
the darkness mold itself
into the brightest light
creating the way
creating the flesh
because the light will run out
the flame will perish
and the moon will scatter
but the darkness is patient
it never runs out
it never perish
it never crumble
it just wait till the end
impossible to fight darkness
the best way is to embrace it
no point to hid the shadow
the best way is to accept it
the darkness molding the abyss
and the abyss create delusions
when the delusions rise
the darkness bright
no point on litting the candle
when the fuel is the fear of darkness
no point on cursing the abyss
there's no such thing as the darkness itself
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC