Blind Justice

We should have known

When each of your siblings succumbed

one by one by one

starting with the one we put into power

We should have known

that eventually even you would be corrupted

that one day you would go steeping into darkness

But who were we kidding?

You always wear a blindfold

I never quite understood why you do that

Is it to escape all the wrongs that take place

while you play with the balance in your hands

Is it to ignore all the rights that are wronged

while you stand playing deaf in large buildings

We mistook you

enamored by your Impeccable ideals

mesmerized by your pretty promises

bamboozled by your weird words

fooled by your bewitching beauty

As you stood there in inaction,

a stale statue of stoical silence

You have just become a puppet

of the puppets of the puppets in power

who destroy every minute detail

of the delusions of democracy

I stand before you in desperation

begging you to wake up from slumber

Ignite your icy irisis and burn your blindfold.

Ew

..EW

I never realized how quickly they grew

When I started all felt good and new

There were many things I never knew

Now my whole universe is askew

When I piled up tasks, they seemed few

But they just multiplied as time flew

I don’t see a clear solution in my view

 avalanche of expectations, I am a shrew

Every morning, hopes disappear like dew

With regrets I end my day with a phew

I have gobbled more than I can chew

I desperately wish to do everything anew

My distractions need to be put into curfew

To complete the pending things in my purview

All my skills and focus need to act as crew

To mend all the tears in thoughts with a sew.

One Night Sit

The sky pours
my anxiety sours
I have so many chores
left to do in my writing course.

Like I am on the deadline
Hoping everything will be fine
the mind has become a landmine
the oasis of ideas is hit by a famine.

I have a small coffee sachet
to kill my sleep like a machete 
as my thoughts burn like an omelet
as the clock plays a Russian roulette.

 
I had given up thrice
like a scared puny mice
made me feel not very nice
hoping the deadline adds some spice. 

As my ideas go nuts 
I munch on boiled peanuts
Fighting my mind's if and buts
As discomfort wriggles in my guts.

It is 3 AM and I am still awake
as strings with words, I try to make
Procrastination is always a mistake
I have this weird sense of being a fake.

I slurp on my dried lips
reaching for the pack of chips
Wishing I had some hummus dips
As my mind ambushes me with quips.

Concentrate on my tasks, I must
Watching an online tour seemed just 
to ensure my plan doesn't kiss the dust
but my mind fiercely personifies wanderlust. 

I fall asleep beside my thought stream
When In my head I heard a silent scream
only to be woken up by an alarm in my dream
And my blank screen taunting me with a gleam.

Dear Sky

 

Dear Sky,
 
    Mystically majestically
        You blanket the whole world
    Clearly cryptically  
        You hold all the stars in place
    Stunningly cunningly
        You act as a veil for puny gods
    Blissfully beautifully
        You are the universe’s saree
    Coincidental and accidental
        You are the canvas of creation.

Wordless

 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒.
𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑
𝑁𝑜𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙-𝑑𝑎𝑦
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚
𝑂𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠
𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒
𝑈𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦-ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟
𝑂𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑔𝑠
𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠.