My big, bad world.

I’m a small girl.

I’m a small girl in a big world.

I’m a nice, small, young girl in a big, old, bad world. And my senses always force me to question the same big world…

Dear world, Why’re you so bad? You weren’t born bad. You don’t even look bad, you’re so nice and colorful and beautiful. Did your parents bring you up bad so you turned out bad too? Or someone hurt you too bad that you thought being bad was an answer back? Oh no! Do tell me, World, your reason of being mean and nasty.

Bah!

Okay, no beating about the bush. My conscience has ceaselessly strained me with questions, my inner voice perpetually thumping my cerebral walls with a hammer. Thud thud thud.

My poor brain wants to know why it does not feel safe anymore. It wants to know why its crust is always battered by sounds of guns, cries of agony and the sodden feel of blood. It reasons to know why its owner cannot roam freely in the city’s busiest market, or why she cannot walk the streets alone at night.

Why has the world suddenly turned so malicious? Why have words and actions become so ruthlessly hurtful? Why don’t people act polite and with a little bit of humility anymore? Why do we refuse to perform our duties honestly? Why don’t we offer a helping hand to someone in need? Why do we just not act nice and courteous any longer?

WHY.

The enemy is not outside, the enemy lies within us.

Think it over.

The Human Humdrum

One world,
One God,
One blood- Red.




One government,
One 9/11,
Survival.




One nation,
One cricket match,
Countless prayers.




One cross,
One faith,
Infinite believers.




One country,
One leader,
Pride and honour.




One woman,
One man,
Love.




One frown,
Ten smiles,
Emotions.




One job,
First salary,
Deep contentment.




One temple,
One hundred beggars,
Ten coins.




One stolen car,
Two thieves,
Confusion.




One cigarette,
Five drags from five mouths,
Friendship.




One father,
One son,
A happy Sunday afternoon




One birthday party,
One cake,
Twenty hungry kids.




One crayon,
Several pieces,
Childhood.




One chocolate,
One chocolate smudged mouth,
Innocence.




One girl,
Umpteen lipsticks,
One dream.




One algebra class,
2.40 P.M,
Forty snoring kids.




One day,
Two exams,
Graduation.




One falling star,
Five wishes,
None true.




One man,
Three women,
Infidelity.




One bread,
Seventeen mouths,
Hardships.




One gathering,
One crisp remark,
Riots.




One river,
Seven cities,
One stop.




One sun,
A thousand billion souls,
One illume.




One flower,
Serene bloom,
Perfume.




One planet,
Seven continents,
People.




One globe,
A hundred billion faces,
Identity.


One body,
One soul,
One life.




One race,
Some faiths,
One truth- Death.

                                                

                                                                                                                    

I Rise..

I rise above ruthlessness..
Above hatred..
Above jealousy..
Above selfishness..
Above social dominance..
And when i do,i rise into a different world.