Capitalism grows faster,
the commuters get slower,
little zombies brainwashed
by Netflix and Amazon
& until their jobs replaced
Why are we surrendering
to these ******* ******,
and soon the god-less
of the robotic androids
splashing of sand pits,
and AI will not set you free,
but you'll be homeless.
Don't think your intellect
will make a difference,
Think of your kids.
How can we accept this?

Patience,
as God
won't open
his eyes
not even
to your
needle
of a safety
pin.

No Noah's ark will blow away what I wish until I see,
the skipping and hopping of the innocence of children,
I'm tongue tied with my poetry, what is to be believed
I wish every thing destroyed until I think of the kids....
Its not their fault and they'll have to carry this.

We ****** up, I know I ****** up.
We're too ignorant to address this,
Baby boomers and their sons
Do we care about anyone?
We drink until dusk like suicide
for letting down the young ones
Don't scream
Internally
Destruction
I was born for this,
but I can't seem,
to **** myself very well
with the Alcohol.....
I wonder about true monsters
and how they can be themselves
& look at themselves in the mirror.

I wish these feelings
came with superglue
of a past sealing
and the guitar's fool
writes about you,
My own pity deserves,
a devouring conscious
and now it brings
A for accused,
B for battling
C for conscious
D for devouring
E for Empathy
F for fragility
G  for grizzly
H for  hunted
I for Idealism
J for jestering
K for killing
L for  a living
M for murdering
N for not seeing
O for Opaque
P for People
Q for queer
R for roasting
S for salty
T for trespassing
U for Universally
V for voicing
W of wordings
X for xenophobic
Y for yesterdays
Z  commuter zombies.


= a living being
= HUMANITY.
Live past the past,
and the future
is individualism.

Ugliness and unfamiliarity
Are an artistic portrait of monstrosity.
In reality, monsters are so good to look at.
Because their survival depends on that.

Through Cracks, We Grow
A fault ran deep beneath our feet,
We felt it shift but stayed discreet.
No one dug down to see it through—
We turned away, as people do.

And so began the quiet slide,
As roots forgot how once they tied.

But storms don’t ask if we’re prepared—
They shake the truths we thought we shared.

One small hand reached, then two, then more,
New shoots broke through the cracked old floor.
And in that mess, still raw, still spun,
We saw a hint we’re not yet done.

Money spins in the washing machine,
Its how the gangsters remain clean,
but no amount of washing
can get those red stains out.

Actions had consequences
Now the rich and famous
simply throw money at it,
So obvious with no doubts...

They promise change with folded hands,
Smiling under posters bright as betrayal,
Speech echo in the air-
Loud, Grand, Hollow
Truth lost in piles of garlands and currency notes.

The poor waits in queues,
Not for justice,
But for ration that rarely arrives;
Bridges are broke before they are built
But contracts signed in backroom,
With silent nods and heavy envelopes.

Votes are bought,
News are sold,
But the truth-
Edited out to scandal too risky to air.

Ministers built their statues,
Hold meetings with ambassadors,
While the Farmers hang from trees,
Where no one mourns.

They chant "Bharat Mata ki Jai",
But ignore the daughter who walks miles,
For Water,
For School,
For Hope.

We are told to believe,
To clap,
To cheer,
But some of us are done being fooled.

The Constitution offers justice,
But they deny their own promises.
Ignoring every proof-
Buried beneath their speeches and slogans.

But Truth cannot stay locked away,
It shines through night and breaks the day,
The throne of lies will lose its might,
When justice stands and shows the light

They say we are not enough.
The people around us decide in our place.

We run too slow and pass too few,
It's not a distance in simple miles.
There's no time for peace,
No finish line.

Look at them who came to see,
They carry a whip, not a glass of mercy.

Don't be afraid and step off the track,
Leave the race, stop all the clocks,
No need to rush for finite stocks.

Walk by the seashore.
Let the waves hug you,
And wash your fear away.
Let all the noise dissolve in the sea,
This new life will set you free!

In sorrow’s night so deep and still,
A flame begins to spark and spill.
It hums of love, of ancient fire
That lifts us from the depths of mire.

The bee may sting, the skin may tear,
But deeper grows the heart’s repair.
For pain plants seeds that bloom in grace,
And loss can light a sacred space.

O soul, arise like golden rays,
And burn through fear’s encircling haze.
Let love ignite, let hope embrace–
A dance of dawn, a warm retrace.

Tread soft through woods where silence sings;
Feel earth’s calm breath beneath your wings.
Find roots below the floods and rain,
Where life still pulses through the pain.

Though dreams may bend, they do not break;
Our voices rise for justices’ sake.
We call the promise, far but clear–
A world where all are held sincere.

So guard this light within your chest,
A lantern in the night’s unrest.
Through struggle’s path, let hope remain–
For morning comes to crown our pain.