Evanescence

Born again

It's been two decades since I was born

With everyday asking myself 'what for?'

With everyday looking up to a stone idol

Expecting answer to the one question I can't utter...

It's been one decade since the realization struck

That all those pleas and questions I sent

Was received by a room full of nothingness

And even if some soul lingers in that darkness

He doesn't care about a girl with a cruel fate...

That whenever I looked up at the sky

With the hope in my heart to find salvation

All along it had nothing to offer

Except darkness and suffocation...

It's been some years since I came to acceptance

That a tree can't move away from its roots

It took some time to put back the pieces

To mend something that has always been broken

To stand up and walk again

I still have the scars and one fragile heart

Unanswered questions and unfulfilled wishes

But now I know, it doesn't make a difference

I can't cut my roots but I can still grow

And that was when,

I was born again.

A ray of hope

A little ray of hope

lighting up your heart.

A little ray of hope

brightening your spirits.

A little ray of hope

flikering in the shadows,

showing you the way to light,

when you're drowning in sorrows.

A hope that shows you,

you can fly so high.

A hope that tells you,

you can touch the starry sky.

A hope that brings

the twinkle in your eyes.

A hope that augments

the love in your heart.

That little ray of hope,

that you guard with your life,

makes all the difference,

between being dead and being alive.

You remember that day, I saw you in the park?

You were sitting on a swing with a little girl on your lap. A goofy smile was plastered on your face, so real that it burned my heart. I know, you sensed me watching you as you abruptly looked my way.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I looked away before you caught my eyes. I'm sorry that for a little while, it dimmed your charming smile.

The truth is that I'm jealous. Jealous of the way you embrace life, when I feel so burdened by it. Jealous of how brave you must be, to be able to smile in a world like this. You seem to have mastered the art of living while I'm still figuring out its meaning.

It's so ironic that we ourselves created a world we want to escape every waking moment.

Dear Bestfriend,

It’s not true..

That I don’t miss you anymore

I know I don’t call that often

And we don’t share the same town anymore

I know it’s been years since you moved

And we don’t see each other anymore

But it’s still not true

That I don’t miss you anymore

You’re the first person whom I called a friend

And not because it was convenient

We are as different as we can be

But somehow we make it work

We have little interest in common

But we still talk for hours

You don’t relate to my struggles and pain

But you’re still with me at every bend

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Dear Bestfriend,

I know you miss me too but you won't say it out loud. But I'm not a coward like you. So there it is.

Eyes that hold

Million unspoken words;

Lips that are

Afraid to form a sentence;

Heart that cries

"Please, hear my silence."

To you,

I was your shadow

Always following you

In stormy nights

In grainy lights

Even in your darkest hours

When you were too immersed

In your own darkness to see me.

I was your air

Essence of your life

But unnoticed

Until the day I left

And you realised

What suffocation is.

I was your sun

You frowned

Whenever you looked at me

Hid yourself

In my presence

But you didn't realise

Without me

No dawn is coming.

All blood is red 6/13/2020

Racial threats equals civil unrest

In this mathematical problem that continues to test

A community segregated from a nation

Separated by hatred

Created by a division of color

Falsely identified

Personified by the actions

That are fueled by misguided intentions

Purposely made

Questions are asked but answers evade

The formulation of a resolution

A problem that had arised before my generation

That Continues with its evolution

It continues to hurt

It continues to kill

It continues to spill

Blood absorbed by the soil

upon which this country was built

Now am I wrong

To hum the words to a age old song

"We shall overcome"

I can't breathe

Those words are stuck on repeat

But I'll give all of me

A sacrifice

To make sure that we are free

To believe in such a thing called equality

My skin color shouldn't be a burden

Or make me a target

The choice to life should be my own to make regardless

Now beg my pardon

And excuse me as I continue to live and to fight

Not only for me but for the future minorities and their civil rights

Education is key

So lets take the right steps to lead

In order to proceed

Violence is not the answer

It's a distractor

A motivator

Which widens a gap

A political trap

Said in a way to pacify

That a lot of people fail to see

Let's both take a look in the mirror to view the differences

Then the similarities

Once cut, you'll see

That we both will bleed the same

If we both died today, our mothers will feel the same pain

So with this continued fight what are we continuing to gain?

A question that I will leave unanswered

Just like all the others that no one continues to claim

The outside may differ but inside the vein it's all the same.

all blood is red

i cannot tell you from experience the hardships of my fellowman,

but i can tell you what my eyes have seen.

they’ve seen them being condemned and deemed guilty from the moment they are born,

judged by something that upholds no merit amongst the majority of us.

i’ve seen them being judged by their culture;

their background;

i’ve seen them being diminished, humiliated and killed.

an entire continent built on the blood of innocents

with no reparation, no reformation.

i’ve seen my fellowman cry, scream, fight,

shed their own blood for a cause,

their cause!

fighting for the very thing i was privileged to have just by being born a different shade.

so when they come to me to speak, i listen.

so when they come to me for help, i stand in front of them.

if my skin can shield them from the blindness of hatred

then so be it!

i will use it to their advantage.

i will fight for their cause,

for i can no longer bear to see innocent blood wash this streets;

i can no longer hear the cry of a mother drowning in sorrow.

i refuse to side with the ignorant,

the bigoted,

the blind.

i will make their cause my cause;

their pain my pain,

because i believe us to be the same,

with red blood in our veins

and the will to fight to see this world be a better place.

A collaboration with a fellow poet @bea-is-back

Something that we felt needed to be said and done. Feel free to check her work if you looking to feel inspired.

~ Quiet-Storm ~

Na hum khud se khush hain,

Na iss duniyaa ki rivazon se;

Fir v ussi ko leke age kyun badh rahe hain hum?

malum hai ki kuchh galat ho raha hai;

Jo samaj Humne banaya tha,

Usse humara hi dum ghut raha hai;

Fir bhi badlab se itna darte kyun hain hum?