The World Is Breaking

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Hungry stomachs grow hungrier,
Pan viruses are breath-taking;
Polar bears come down to garbage,
While the world is slowly breaking.

The ones with faith have but words,
The poor have no hope to live,
The brave are led by the cunning,
Sometime, something had to give.

Politics plays games with rape and death,
People are lost enough to believe;
No soul remains for any devil,
All love agrees to deceive.

Gadgets confuse and rob all feeling,
Flowers have no voice for any thing;
Painters have grown to the abstract,
Singers have but sadness to bring.

Poets once saw a beautiful world,
But it is now not of their making;
The future lies warming on glaciers,
While the world is slowly breaking.

Cenotaph

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And now, how they all do laugh:
Green-eyed ones who envied me,
When we three played together –
Now, how they revel in glee!

I was secure to not change
Aspects of identity –
That now seem so very strange,
Since I’ve lost serenity.

I wander lost, through each day,
And family worries, too;
But I just can’t put away
The old rules that seem so true.

So, spectators watching laugh.
In a baffled mind, comes shame.
They’ll warn on some cenotaph:
Dreamers like him fail the game.

Pillow Talk

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You took away my good night kiss:
What I cherished just before sleep.
You took away what I’ll always miss:
A love that I failed to keep.

You left. You left. You left
And you broke my heart in two,
You even forsook the pillow
That was always used by you.

“It won’t be broken in two now,
It won’t be bent by me…”
And, by saying that, my darling love,
You destroyed it all wilfully.

What was mine was yours:
My heart, my life, my family, my home;
All those who loved me loved you;
Because of what I am and been;
And no matter how far and wide you roam,
You won’t ever see what you have seen.

I can’t hate you and that you truly know!
I have loved and in me that doesn’t alter.
You say you have known hurt, but it isn’t so ;
For, in life, now or late, you will falter,
And realise all that we meant to you –
Down to this pillow you could break in two.