Tag: short poetry

WE or THEM – doesn’t matter

woman s face

When the Wrong happens to THEM

WE are not bothered

WE don’t react

WE think

WE are safe

Well . . .

It’s ok

WE are not one of THEM

 

but WE forget . . .

The Wrong spreads its fatal wings too fast

Its mammoth clutches are too cruel and gigantic

and WE nurture the Wrong with our deliberate apathy

And very soon it forgets to differentiate between

WE and THEM

 

Moreover, when hooliganism spills on the roads

none remains untouched

WE or THEM

doesn’t matter

it affects all of us

WE or THEM

doesn’t matter

All have to face the consequences

WE or THEM

doesn’t matter

In fact, WE don’t know

for whom the bell tolls

what will be the Wrong’s next whim

what will be his next fancy

And

WHO will be his next victim

WE or THEM

doesn’t matter

because

strange are the ways of the Wrong . . .

 

 

 

The Choice

Three Red Hearts Hanging With White Flowers

I had to choose between

Him and my dreams

Obviously I chose him

because,

Once upon a time

He was my biggest dream

And I knew

If he is with me

I can see many new dreams.

 

I had to reshuffle my priorities

so that I could stay close to him

And every time  I did it happily

I changed with the changes in his life

Because I knew

Once upon a time

He was the only change

I wanted in my life

And I knew

If he is with me

I can change every change

into a new opportunity.

 

So I deconstructed myself

again and again and again

Just to be with him

I know loving someone this much is strange

but

He is my happiness

He is my love

And you know

Love is blind

happily blind…