How many deaths does it cost – Poetry

I hate warsI don’t even like conflictsI don’t think none of you would eitherBut there is something I fearAre we getting desensitized to itNormalizing it like any other thingI fear that I wonder what I can do against warI have never been in the war frontI have never lived in a war torn areaI don’t understand why we have wars Can I tell war to … Continue reading How many deaths does it cost – Poetry

24/365 Fake Humancy

Sometimes I feel I have created nothingThen I wonder if that is even the purpose of life.I mean why should we even create… anythingIsn’t survival the only ask of life As human beings we understand mortalityAnd yet we act as if we are immortalAnimals, we are the sameBut we hold a responsibility We hold the power to destroy the planetthe planet we live…the only one … Continue reading 24/365 Fake Humancy

22/365 I Can Tell – Poetry

I can tellBut there is no guarantee it will happenThere are things we don’t understand No one understands;but they won’t tell us that But one thing we can be sureNone of these will matter to you or me We are living on a petaland the flower has decided to wilt There are no petals left except this oneOne petal holding us both Where do we … Continue reading 22/365 I Can Tell – Poetry

Fixing it | 365 Flash Fiction | 65

He came early that day. Unlike a normal day he decided to cook. He scanned the fridge and found there were spring onions and nothing else. He asked himself if he needed to go and buy something. He decided not. He took one spring onion and looked at it and smiled.“I wonder what you are thinking now. Are you happy to get out of the … Continue reading Fixing it | 365 Flash Fiction | 65

17/365 The Little Poem – Poetry

The Little poem was scared…..All the long and famous poems were buriedThere were bombs and missiles flying aroundIt was dark and it was cold… There were flashes during which the poem read itself.It was little, small, naive..there was no depth in it..it thought… It was not the only little poem..there were others like it..They played by sliding on every penthey even played hide and seek … Continue reading 17/365 The Little Poem – Poetry

16/365 You don’t agree – Poetry

I always write poetrywhen the day comes to a closeMaybe poems written at the end of the dayare forced to live for an eternity Who cares if a poem lives on ?Who cares if anything lives on ?Every thing needs to expire..an expiry date. even unknown oneto finish. to die.. Lack of Death is the biggest sufferingLife is beautifulBut lack of death; it can be … Continue reading 16/365 You don’t agree – Poetry