I saw the lifeless body of the toddler in the arms of the hospital worker

Mud and blood mixed on the face of the child and his arms loosely hanging on the side

I saw two slightly bigger children running after the hospital worker

They too were covered with mud and blood, but looked ‘ok’

I looked into their eyes through the camera that captured their video

And the eyes of these children had questions and tears both

They mechanically described how they were playing outside and a bomb fell

In a blink the house came crashing down and the rubble had hit them

The little one of the two couldn’t say more

He just said, “My mother was inside” and fell silent and a tear casually fell off his eyes

I, being the ‘sensitive’ one couldn’t take more

With one slight move of the thumb I moved down to my timeline…


Your “Heavens” and Our “Hells”

The world, the way it is suffering now, is not because of the people, it is because of the select few, the Gods of the world who have brought it to where it is. Confusion, hatred, divisions, insanity, chaos, blood, loss, suffering the talk of you and I and yours and ours.

It is not us, it is these handful few, the Gods of the earth, the leaders…

Those who create evil, as and when require

And then, set to destroy it when, no more needed….

 And hence

Ooooo the leaders of the world

You, who choose to wage wars

Monger hate

And shed blood

Here is a suggestion to you

End war!


Build walls around your “heavens”

High and tough!

secure your “heavens”, forever.

Let us burn in our “hells”

Divided we are, already!

Borders, visas, travel restrictions.

We the refugees, asylum seekers, students

Immigrants, the third worlders.

Oooo the leaders of the world

Build your walls high and don’t let us enter

Secure your “heavens”, forever.


We will deal with our “hells”, on our own!