We are in a state of war.
No, I do not say this because of my apathetic thoughts.
Neither do I wish to cover my tears with a statement.
But for the crushed petals of rose spoilt in feet over the white floor,
I say, we are in a state of war.
And it is no ordinary war,
consisting of bombs or bullets
It is a revolt of thoughts in the eyes that are red
because of the tears they shed!
It is the fallen pride of an abandoned wife
who lost her entire dignity over a person who claimed a prose full of feelings for her.
It is the cry of a teenager as he pierces his skin by the silver to leave a pool of cerise to his feet.
For the unrecognised soldiers who fight depression on the borders of their nerves every day, I say, we are in a state of war.
War born out of the Pyre of Sita, who lost who she was to prove that she was pure.
A transit of the sky that once used to be azure,
But now just reflects seven billion nerves just about to burst.
A war raging in the genitals of a call girl who has been left out of society just because of the work she chose to feed her family.
A war burning in the body of a gay boy,
Whose mother took to playing with him to turn him back to 'normal'
For a straight boy who refused to play with cars for kitchen sets, I say, we are in a state of war.
Crushed glass stuck and bleeding in the face of humanity.
Lips of little girls raped for fun sealed.
Religious walls separating relations,
Maybe God has become the new politician.
For the lady who asked for divorce and was slapped,
For the beggar whose family was crushed under the tyres of a huge celebrity,
For the blood rivers running down the lines of my hands and smudging at the fingertips, I say, We are in a state of war.
But I still tilt back my head and laugh.
Because this is what we've learnt to call 'precious'
Blood smelling like gunpowder
eyes burning with every drop falling,
hands black with the burning coal,
flesh ripped at edges to reveal bullets.
A nude body walking out of fire holding a sword in one hand and a Lotus in the other.
For the blindfold around my eyes, I say, we are in a state of war.
Save me, for I am to be killed.
Save me, for I am to be killed.
Save me, for I am to be killed.
For the biggest loser of the world once said, everything is fair in love and war.
But is this as well?
YOU ARE READING
Eclipse Enchanted
PoesiaPoetry is a form of literature where one can express their deepest thoughts without restrictions. I wrote this album in hopes to express stuff that most people go through and would definitely love your reviews and suggestions!! Happy reading. Oh...
