Microcosm

The world is breaking,
like a vase off an uneven shelf.
Too many hollow hands pushed it,
in an attempt to save themselves.

Yet my thoughts fly to you,
through the chaos of violence.
I find myself fixated on you,
like a myth on the ignorant.

These thoughts are rudderless,
going where the winds may take,
often crashing on rocky shores,
as a thousand dreams turbulently break.

The world is bleeding,
like the innocent dying in the middle-east.
So many victims yearn for compassion,
while the wicked worship a neon priest.

So why do these thoughts fly to you,
like a voiceless cry out of need?
I find myself glued to you,
like traditions and customs that uphold greed.

Hatred stimulates vengeance,
as desire fuels the fire.
Yet my heart searched for you,
as the others chose a crooked messiah.

Humans are sold,
like commodities that we use.
Women fall prey to man’s lust,
twisted, raped and abused.

The world is breaking down,
have you gone someplace I can’t find?
Are you somewhere I can’t see?
Has my bitterness turned me blind?

But even with blind eyes we yearn for you,
looking in every inch and square.
Were you killed with the innocent,
and buried to the depths of nowhere?

Our hearts looked for love,
in the bones of those we ripped apart.
Empathy was a far cry,
when did all this madness start?

Come love, hold us in your caring arms,
so we may remember mother’s warm embrace,
the gentle kindness of her touch,
all this anguish it will erase.

The world is bleeding,
like a father shot by his own son,
as love stands before us,
how blind have we become?

The world is breaking,
as we keep digging for our own answer,
while the cracks get wider,
and we consume each other like a cancer.

Tenebrous

Only a fool could say it consumed me,
for it was always there.
Like a parent and a friend,
raising me with tender care.

It nurtured me to my fullest,
revealing truths others chose to hide.
Paving the path to my dreams,
by its words I would abide.

Standing by me like my shadow,
never letting me go.
When I was filled with hate and sorrow,
a way out it would always show.

Some call it evil,
and despise it with all their might,
without any understanding of it,
they are blinded by all their light.

They bask in sunshine,
only chasing happiness.
Desires and laughter is all they seek,
victims to bias and ignorance.

When they fall from all their joy,
they break and wallow,
blaming darkness for their predicament,
their own faults are too hard to swallow.

Even in turmoil,
none venture in too deep,
to reflect and accept,
all the treasures that darkness keeps.

No one makes it their home,
rejecting the hollowness of their core.
Thus, they remain crippled,
nothing will change from before.

Preconceived notions keep them caged,
chained to assumptions and lies.
Benighted judgment maims their conscience,
yet the light has them mesmerized.

They see the light as life and savior,
everything else is a sin.
But they fail to realize that life itself,
only in darkness can it begin.

It is nothing like what they preach,
their tongues are empty and corrupt,
like a volcano filled with bigotry,
all their wretched lies erupt.

I am far away from them,
in comfort and serenity.
For darkness always says,
“don’t believe everything you hear and see.”

Its wisdom is my conscience,
I am a part of its vast expanse!
With this gift deep in my heart,
my mind continues to advance.

As I soar higher than these pseudo-angels,
with all the nothingness I hold within,
for even a tree has to be grounded deep in darkness,
if it wishes to touch heaven.

Captive

A bird visits your window,
with exquisite beauty to behold.
But you cage that little bird,
for beliefs that are redundant and old.

Yearning for freedom,
the caged bird cries to be released.
Yet you don’t let it go,
and ignore it with such ease.

It belongs in the open,
to the heavens it must soar.
It has to achieve great heights,
explore and grow more.

But you caged that little bird,
clipping off its lovely wings.
It cries painful tears of sorrow,
no more does it sing.

The cries get louder,
a warning to the other birds.
They abate your window,
now you’re at a loss of words.

Why didn’t you let it out?
Crippled in a cage it lays.
Just like most ideas,
that you imprison for months and days.

Ideas are like birds,
you have to set them wild and free.
How else will you watch it grow?
It’ll only die in misery.

Ennui

It was spread thick around you,
like snow on a cold winter’s day.
You’d just stare at a blank wall,
clueless with nothing to say.

It kept you senseless,
your mind was as empty as white.
Procrastination and mundane activities,
kept your enthusiasm out of sight.

Maybe alcohol could spice it up,
and take the vacant air away.
The drugs could kick in,
and make something of this tedious day.

Maybe television could fix it,
but entertainment brought nothing new.
Motivation and passion stumbled,
as burgeoning lethargy swiftly grew.

Was it the lack of ambition,
or the absence of something to do?
Was it constant melancholy,
that took away your dreams too?

Can’t you hear nature calling,
the chirping of thousands outside you?
Or does apathy keep you chained,
for unexplored adventures to fall through?

It’s time to breakaway,
from all the hardwired lies.
Escape the mundane routines,
for in idleness your soul will surely die.

Everything is too reinforced,
drilled hard like a nail in a wall.
For new experience gives birth to life,
and boredom is not being human at all!