If ever you would find time from your excursion of life

Would you care to look into my heart

Caress my body with your hands to listen to the voice of my flowing blood

look at my face and wonder what resides in my closed eyes while I sleep…



We choose to do it later

Later when it would be more convenient

Later when it would suit our state

Later when it would be as per we desire, beautiful

Later when it would be calm and less difficult

We choose to love later

Express later

Live the life later

While living a life that, In our heads, We think we don’t want to live

But if the urge to love, to be there, to live that other life

If it was strong enough

We would have lived it now

Atleast some of it…

The World for You My Child


The world that I want for You my child, is

Where flowers bloom and trees stand

Where birds fly and winds blow with a loud message of freedom

Where streams of clear water sing the song of abundance

Abundance of love, of innocence, of laughter

Where sky is blue or golden or starry, never smoggy 

Where there is no rush

No rush to get to school or to remember a description of an article in your hand

No rush to get up in the morning or sleep in the evening because you have to get up again

Where rules compassion, freedom, humanity and peace

A world, my child, free of violence and pain

Free of losses and gains

And you may fly in the sky like the planes that interest you so much

Or run as you so want up and down a terrain, to the liking of your heart

Or just lie down and see the wheels of your cars, how they move

Where no one touches you with a bad touch

And where you can love and trust the humans without confines


Cold-blooded Politics


Picture Credits:

For you, it’s like a ball,

You strike and throw it to others’ field and then wait for the strike back.

It is a football game between few world powers.

‘Oh well, it’s political’, you would say.

‘We have nothing personal in it’, I hear you add!

But all those beings, losing lives,

The mothers who lost their children,

The kids who lost their teddy bears and Moms,

The blood!

The tears!

The wounds!

The cries!

Destroyed Humanity!

Don’t you look at it?????

But aaaah why would you?? Why should you??

Because you are right…It is Actually, NOT PERSONAL!

Ooooh no, not at all!

Those dead children and mothers who are rendered childless,

Those lost kids sans their teddy bears and Moms

They do not belong to you.

IT IS NOT PERSONAL…you are right. IT IS MERE POLITICS…Cold-blooded, Fucking Politics!