I saw her diamond ring And its edges and brightness pricked my soul
As I heard the cries of thousands of mothers Who have lost their sons to the black depths of mines And those wives, and husbands who lost each other so that another rich couple could show off their marriage, their status
Do we need a ring to be married? Does a diamond mean that we love each other? Is what others think about us so important? Do they even know that the profits made will be spent to fund civil wars?
I almost feel a sense of hatred towards refraction And I feel sorry that humanity is burnt to ash and buried in a stone’s shine And I plead for self reflection
Let us not wait for death Let us run towards it with arms wide open For the flower that fades, first blooms Let us sprint towards it, on our toes As Bolt does towards the finish line Let us fly towards it with our wings flapping vigorously As Icarus did towards the sun Let us rage against it As Gandhi did against violence Let us revolt against it As the queen of Jhansi did against the Raj Let us smile at it As a lover does at its love Let us not wait for death to come and claim our lives Let us claim it with glory and in style Let us rule over it And leave our mark in eternity Let us die with such greatness That even after we are dead, our deeds keep us alive.
O there, my friend Wherever you are in the midst of this infinite verse Alone, or with someone A friend, a foe, a stranger I want to tell you That my eyes have shed your tears, Of joy and woe, For you I have lived you So I want you to live As yourself, for me, and more for yourself Until death takes away your life From this world And from me (your death will be mine too) Or mine from you.
A leaf and the sunlight A star and the night A grain of salt and the ocean A rolling stone and the friction A lover and the love Me and your existence Speak to me of the grand scheme of eternal and infinite unity Expressed through individuality.
Do you dream? Not when you are asleep but when you are awake Just sitting in a chair or on a stair Or lying in bed, alone Not busy staring at a screen But just sitting, Brooding, contemplating, ruminating, waiting For a person, a moment Or just with a blank mind Your gaze careless, your mind relaxed Your heart throbbing at its usual pace Your nerves calm In that moment of pure existence
What do you dream of? What do you think about? How do see yourself? What do you think life is? What do you want it to be? Are you happy? What would make you happy? Are you alive? What does it mean to be alive? What is the meaning of this life? What is the purpose of your existence?
Or do you just enjoy the moment’s existence And your existence in it?
I’ve been puking since last night My stomach a battlefield Of chemicals, acids, and shit Grumbling, making noises and sending rotten gases up my throat I couldn’t sleep all night And my head ached and so did my stomach And I wished someone was around to take care of me Give me some medicine Or just water, it would have been fine But there was none Not even the moon and stars in the sky And it was cold, 10 degrees outside Just me, my sickness, and the cold, silent, indifferent night But it’s ok, I survived and that’s life.
I had replied to all the texts Reacted to the memes sent to me Forwarded a few of them And then acknowledged the replies to them, I had checked and double-tapped pictures of random strangers Posted some of my own having a good time In my new goggles I had ordered online Had a nice meal at a fast food joint And come back home When I saw my mate sitting on the couch alone And I asked ‘What was up?’ ‘Nothing.’