VISCIOUS CYCLE OF BIRTH AND DEATH
It was really a thunderous night,
When birth and death had a fight.
BIRTH: I give life to all the creations.
DEATH: I take away life to maintain the balance.
BIRTH: I blossom flowers from the buds
DEATH: I shed those flowers to give way for new ones.
BIRTH: I give joy to mothers by giving them their child.
DEATH: When the child is female, people take my help and turn wild.
BIRTH: Every year I bring joy to people celebrating their birthday.
DEATH: every sunset gives them one day less to live and to escape me there’s no way.
BIRTH: I bring tears of joy, you bring tears of sorrow.
DEATH: You take nine months to come; I can knock you down even tomorrow.
BIRTH: You take away lives of innocent ones.
DEATH: you also give birth to criminals who murder with guns.
BIRTH: I give birth to saints like Dalai Lama.
DEATH: I extirpated demons like the Osama.
BIRTH: To many brave soldiers I give birth.
DEATH: I make their names immortal and their living worth.
BIRTH: I give people a reason to sustain.
DEATH: I make ill, old people free from pain.
They went to god, to ask the creator;
Birth or death, which is superior.
To their question God gave a reply;
One who is born has to die.
Jasleen Kour
WASH OVER ME
Wash over me
Can you feel me
Can you sense me
Can you sense my childish hopes
I have such childish hopes
Like wishes in a bottle
Most times the feelings are bottle up
Then something nudges the bottle
And bubbles start to form
I try hard to control them
Cap them back up
Cap them before they escape
Then I am any that I have to work so hard to conceal
Work so hard to control
The bottle is bubbling
God I hope nothing else
nudges the bottle
I don’t watch romantic films
I don’t listen to songs of love lost
Nothing to stir the bubbles
I sit in the shower praying,
wondering can you feel me? Sense me?
God nobody nudge the bottle
It’s bubbling
God it’s going to blow
I accounted for the movies, songs,
But I didn’t account of mother nature
There she blows
Red all over, emotions pouring over.
Feeling venerable, pitiful,
emotional and longing
Anju Kettish
Leesburg VA (USA)
FALLING LOPES
As she sit here in gloom,
Thinking about the
Wrongs she did
Enough to
drag a bond to its doom.
Finding hard to recollect,
As per her intellect
But to them,
It were her faked overwhelms,
throwing her out of their realms
That ignorance,
Tests her tolerance,
And she realise the built distance.
Flashback, hindsight,
gripped her mind tight,
gripped her mind tight,
searching the moments
Where she was perhaps
Too cold to their sight,
Yet too full for her love’s appetite
With her heart throbbing,
She look for the void answers
That brought her close to losers.
It all sailed with good intentions
Was heading the justifications mentioned
But those rowing with oards,
Found her heart too sore,
Leaving her hate myself more
And stay all alone.
Hoping against hopes,
trying to tighten the falling lopes,
Here she Yearn for the time,
Where she need not go a mile,
To get a true smile,
Even at her mimes!
Saloni Gupta
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