Thoughts to Words

You teach me the alphabetical order and judge me by my rank order, You teach me the value of money and judge me by my bank balance, You teach me how to look fair and judge me by my complexion, You teach me to compete and judge my potential by comparing my success rate to thy neighbour's children, You teach me to marry someone who is at par with our family's status and judge him by his surname and socioeconomic prominence. Then one fine day during an eclipse, you tell me all of this doesn't matter... doesn't matter really?  You tell me the most important thing is to be a good human being, You tell me and I passively listen because you have been teaching me to function accordingly, but is it not too late to teach me the most valuable lesson? ©songbriti

The malady of a peanut fried in hot sand, blanching her papery voice, ashes redden into blackness and darken, more dawns die out, all the dead are not lucky to live, the guard of honour salutes not to all the martyrs, mute are the seeds of democracy tucked into low blue flames, burning to a cinder  how can fire brigades sniff danger? emergency shouldn't be quiet after all, to be heard helplessness has to shout and loud makeup is the attire. Pardon my interference, I interpret for you an open secret, slow poisoning was never noisy but it brazenly kills in daylight, 'tis one of thirteen murder hacks the phoneix is clueless about. ©songbriti

What is poetry but the art you make out of your pain, our pain, their pain, its pain. You move mountains to Jupiter, you pull out a treehouse from a broken leaf and hide it beneath the sea, you trap a mermaid in an aquarium, you scoop out a wine flavoured cheese from the eyes of demons, you pour the sand from the timer on the roulette wheel and draw a snoozing hen on it. You do the done, you do the undone, you undo the done. A rotational metaphor in the axis of your quill becomes a revolution for the child who could not protest against the infiltration of her safety because she was too young to understand what fight or flight was and therefore she froze that leap year, because the farmer who jumps into death from a tower of debts was denied the very fruits he had sown with his blood and sweat, because the dancer who was a natural is an engineer in a multinational company, because water is drowning in thirst and pollution is not even one third bothered, because the unsung volunteer air