TELLING IS NOT JUST FILLING. IT SHOULD BE AN YELLING OF COLLECTED FEELING!

THE GOD’S LANGUAGE!   Let prayer be done by the dynamic human lips: In conjunction with the precarious tongue, The tooth ridge, soft and hard pallet have also been the culprits, Borrowed enough from the context and pretext, Progressed by according supremacy to him-centric, World order by which anthropic had viciously attained, All in one to rule, kill and ruthlessly contain, That existence only he had relished with muzzle to be sustained!   Godly spoken might have had projection: In verses composed to be chimed and hymned, But escalation he had to erect own pedestal, Upon which the iconic carvings made to stand up Those Images being drawn upon the masculinity to, Adore, eulogize, articulate and anthologize, In the written significations to have him shamelessly homogenised, Nothing much was left even in dialects to have the almighty elegized!   The game of language has not liberated: Instead, a disgusting cum disentangling web had ...

AN OLFACTORY OSTRICH!   Nothing she had lost on her infant arrival: Seen, heard and spoke like all, But, was adopted by the intelligent mother of darkness, Abandoned light and transcend into an accumulative volcano, She was not earthed but obstacle had soothed, Her fingered eyes had lingered on materials to acquire, Then learning wasn’t an intimidating fear, Dynamism in touch had emptied the weakening tears!   The bitterness in life had gone because she had that Anne: Was soaked, seeded, rooted, and tutored in multitudes, Kindled her touch to experience limitless so much, By the soul of Sullivan to make a piece of lightless heaven, They stayed unseparated then how her internal bravery would get evaporated, Not out of a meticulous regulation but out of fabulous affection, Had an enterprising embark and witnessed the hidden potential unlocked!   Made all the adversities frees and spellbound: They waited in queue to reach and tease her...

THE VOICE OF THE BULLET!   Bottled inside the revengeful gun: Left unknown about the pathetic destination, To be or not to be cannot be with me, Triggered not by procrastinated Hamlet, Madly held by the beastly militant!   I don’t die even after taking a life: But the shooter and the shot do disappear, With reproduced antagonist I always stay here, Bullets have nothing but the pullers have murderous instinct, Inside me is often determined by the thinktank!   My birth on this earth is to disown: A soul from the heartless vindictive body, Even to extinct an innocent I should be ready, But I shouldn’t be considered as children of the war field As sons are the culprits in the evolutionary weapon trade!   You cannot make me vanish: As long as you gallantly relish, About battle and border to diminish, You need to plant and grow a harmonious mindset, As I am only a manufactured bullshot!   The digital nephews and niec...

NOT A CREATURE!   Don’t look at us like creatures: What drives you to cast a contemptuous glance at us? We are the suppliers of knowledge to your children, You might have got a similar from the elderly masters, Both the immediate past and present legacies are least bothered, Dehumanizing The educators and commercializing the contents go shoulder-to-shoulder, Being abused foolishly for producing a learning culture, Getting reduced into a worm for having imparted a generational structure!   Shut up! We aren’t a creature! Certainly, we cannot be an entity, Don’t want to be treated in that passion, But the collective dignity of us is at stake, Because of being expected to be fake, In our name, the paper fillers have the power to make, Those caterpillars are tuned to disrupt and break, To which they are potentially keep awake!   My god! We mustn’t be approached as creatures! Being dictated not to disobey the transitory designations, ...

THE DARKNESS MOTHER!   Your sacrifice has gone unnoticed: That has been the prehistoric practice, The invisible potential of yours is ungratified, But the puzzles of the brightness you have rectified!   You have given not just life but colour: As you are only the cosmic healer, All that held as brutal valour, You have witnessed all like a colossal traveller!   You have a dazzling prettiness in your steadiness: You do road out sluggishness to preach readiness, You are a boundless knowledge embedded to excavate, We have a split in plenty only to insinuate!   You have a joy of secrecy: Venturing to know it would be modern fallacy, Without multicolour you are far away from hypocrisy, Being calm and same for all form is your democracy!   You have supplied everything to the light: And decided to put on the decorum of being quiet, Though contain a plenty of captivating mystery, But night across to constrain warmed up mi...

THE UNREACHED DEPARTURE!   This time the gravity was much stronger: But the fallen object was not Newton’s apple, It was that machine bird dragged down vehemently, The iron wings energy got sucked out monstrously. Could not withstand the devilish force, Had to yield to a devastative diurnal close. Several dreams had been restricted to a black magical reverie, It was a broad day’s soul burglary. They might not have realized this detestable hell trade, If so, would not have perished to be perpetually laid!   All carried determination to fly time and again: But was rewarded a final take-off in the baffled fan. Had food in the morning and they became a meal to a satanic gluttony, Crushing the hopes within the smoke must be a diabolical villainy. The smiled lips and waved hands had gone to ashes, Disappeared to exist only in the nostalgic flashes. Must have boarded to embark on a future shuttle, Had become a past entity is a ridiculous riddle...

THE FORGOTTEN GAZA.   The infants born in deadly camps: And there a girl and a woman will have an abusive existence, Their unitary sounds of desperation cannot be heard, As countries are busy in manufacturing weapons, To be given to war loving leaders to utilise, Up against those who have not taken a proper meal in days, And will have to eat more threats and less breads, Anyhow their precious lives are temporarily on hold, Waiting to be consumed either by gun or starvation, Of course, mentioned must be made about traumatic repercussions!   the relentless chaser and the choiceless chased: Indulge in killing and getting killed in the name of heavenly father, The omnipotent has been positioned in a murderous meditation to spectate. The game of the rifle commotions and baffled emotions, Being undergone by the weak, naive and the voiceless, Are left unseen, uncared and unheard, Across the globe being cursed to be a digitized mob, They eat, dr...