Archive for December 21, 2017


a new year beckons













a new year beckons, thus a scribble on treading onwards …





we have been hurt,

battered by time,

by fate,


we have been stung,

by harsh tongues wagging,


words,

            words,

                        hollow,

  meaningless,

                         harsh tirades borne, colder words, mere words,

            spoken,


meant to jab,

                       prod,

ceaseless,

                 until spirits are torn,

                 and,

                        broken …




… still,

           we endure,


    still,

           we hope,


for,

      we may be lashed against fates’ ropes,


    still,

           we endure,


we cling on,

                     to dreams,

                     and to shared hopes,


for,


we shall rise, staggering perhaps,


                but standing,

                never kneeling,


however painful,

                             sorrowful,


times may be,



for we shall stand,


if,

   if,


you are with each other,

offering each other,


that helpful, comforting hand … …








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new year











on repetition: new years day …






the years have chased,

cajoled,

time has a-rambled & a-rolled, 

just another year,

where loves’ wares,


love, the commodity,

and us, all of us,

mere commodities,

traded as futures,


hastily stitching gaping wounds, with superficially strong sutures,


add some smiles bought and sold,

dignity bartered,

amalgamated, merged, lost & battered,


thin skins moulting,

spawning breathing thicker skins,


just another year,

same dreams to be shattered,


no bleating hip-hip-hoorays,

just the ever-fixed smile,


bright teeth bared as hands morph into machetes, hacking,

gleefully as the beast slays,


and while some burn, the fireworks elicit oohs, many an aah,


with kafka in the shadows, shaking his head,

this is farce gone too far,


to dampen the collective hope,


not more crumbled platitudes,

meant only to soothe, to apply the balm, to help the other half cope,


with what,


just another year,

reborn, the umbilical cord cut,


just another year,

working, eating, buying, buying,


as we scamper ever on,

with our eyes sewn tightly shut





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