WHEN TEARS ARE TRIVIAL

WHEN TEARS ARE TRIVIAL

where were you?
When he hated the pills,
day in day out,
strongly sedated,
the noose a nagging seduction,
when all required was comfort:
a soothing word,
now your tears seem trivial.

Why did you arrive so soon?
Sooner than the undertaker,
just after the reaper,
to offer your help,
i feel lost,
i cant fathom it,but i know
your tears are trivial.

My tears are uncried,
yours have ran dry.
I saw his dying breath,
i felt the heart stop,
i saw the eyes close,
never again to open!
So i understand,
how vain and hypocritical,
i alone,more than any other.
Comprehend...
When tears are trivial.

THE LISTENER

THE LISTENER

I heard the world pass me by,
From your lip I saw death,
Vivid tales,
Of voiceless victims,
My ears were merciful,
My eyes gazed with shock,
As you brought to life,
Tears of tatters and tyranny!
I heard it all.

No topic taboo,
I heard the world pass by.
Echos of fear of death,
Hungry wails of weeping kids,
I heard the tent tear,
The whimpers of vexation,
Quenched my thirst for power.
As I heard of its woes,
I felt you deserved better,
I heard it all.

I did hear...
That justice is a fragrance,
Aught to be worn by the court,
But my bees I heard you buzz,
From one to the next,
I heard the gavel strike,
The jury baised to the core,
I heard the lawyer elope,
With all evidence of reason,
Your sigh of disbelief,
Their din of merriment.
I heard it all.

So when you pray,
And always do,
Know all was heard,
All perceived,
As you die off,one by one,
Know atleast one will remain,
He that heard it all,
And is moved Only by vengence!
Moved by what he heard,
As the world passes him by,
The listener heard it all.

SOLITUDE

behavior is indoctrinated,
Inculcated,
And in such socialization,
The need for fraternization,
Foes become friends,
Acquintances turn allies,
A nod from humanity,
The well beaten path!


In the bell curve,
Lies an outlier,
Whose lips zipped tight,
'speech is silvern.'
He lives the golden path,
Giving birth to rumour,
And much misinformed humour,
Humanities' fear of the unknown,
Aimed at a reclusive soul!


''a sorcerer!!''
Says he whose tongue is foul,
A mind equaled by the likes of a fowl,
Or a hyena on the prowl,
An agitator,
An instigator,
Inflaming the desire to destruction,
That burns in the stake,
The soul of solitude!


Ignorant minds not privy,
Wisdom lies between the lines,
Appears in meditation,
Great deed done in the dark,
Even greater works not spoke,
Conformity is ignoramity,
No greater an iniquity,
Uniqueness breeds enlightenment,
Solitude in its element!