who bothers and what---

Who bothers and what----

Who is bothered about the dead and deceased?
when more and more meticulous poisoned,
care to gore the living to tear,
to strangle and to push into a corner,
who repents for the mishap?
when so many are there to misshape,
like the layers of the onion to peel,
they spin stories to whirl, wheel,
who is bothered about the wronged?
while more and more are warred
to settle their state and save the face s
The Supreme alone can rule the interface.
will the dead and smothered come back?
to cull out truth from the hackneyed rack?

feeling the stage----

Feeling the stage----

Sitting on the pyal stone like,
stretched my imagination to a hike,
on experiences of the hoary past,
how much of deception at last,
had gone to make the strings fast,

you are alone in the participating
audience, simply sitting and suffering,
laughing at the folly of man selfish,
who extends as far as time’s edge boorish,
who can go against the current of times,
which is the doing and undoing of God’s tricks,
until man realizes to come out of orb of this,
his dogmatism and arrogance woud cause amiss.