~~The Wall, The Sky and Me~~

We live in strange times— Of anchors and teethers. We craft terms, a new bunch every day, to mask our choices.. While our vulnerabilities hide beneath curated smiles framed in digital light. We choose based on fleeting visuals, Glimmers of perfection that fade with a swipe— While unspoken feelings and unkept promises linger in our minds, And true connection has long ago slipped. Oversharing with friendly strangers, No strings attached, Yet failing to open up To those who know our shadows best. The distance expands, the silence thickens  where love and laughter should dwell; The teether's grip strengthens— The anchors wail. Yet, we hope that in the end, all would be well.

तुम रेगिस्तान की बरू जैसे मैं समंदर का पानी, फिसल जाते हो उंगलियों के बीच से, मैं लहरों सी लौट आती.. कुदरत है या प्यार, फर्क तो नहीं जानती। ऊपर वाला मर्जी जताए, और मैं इसे तक़दीर मानती।

A house full of cats A garden tangled in leaves and thorns, Where grass whispers secrets beneath heavy clouds— A heart-wrecked loner watches lovers embrace On a terrace twenty feet away, While wretched mongrels roam the hallway. His heart sank, pondering their fateful end— Secular parents whose ways won’t mend, Talkers badmouthing their tender tale, Stalkers eyeing the poor damsel’s grace. How could he help them win this fight? He prayed for them, borrowed their sin, Drew curtains tight, retreated to his den. His cats purred softly as he shut his eyes— Yet all he felt were their entwined arms. He stared hard at Mary on the wall, In silence he yelled, “Why match wrong with wrong? Why make them suffer? Why so long?” Mary smiled gently, as if to say, “Fate has sorted all; trust in its way.” 

There's light, there's darkness,  And in between them, the shadows dance. The burning flame stands safest in air,  which, alas, can also end its stance.  The flowers bloom royally and then whither down Only to ensure their kin's existence. The snakes fear human treachery  More than their own circumstance. The foxes know their art is now old, The twolegged trickster has an ego none foretold. A suit of steel and bones ice cold,  With rotting roots buried in concrete - ten-fold. The ignorant fool keeps digging For oil, stone and gold. The corporate keep building,  their "dreams" all sold. The winds end no where.. They sing parodies to the devious mold, Civilizations shall turn to dust, scant and bare, The wilderness knows: apocalypse is now here. X_X