The ‘Un’democratic

Love for climate to abate its wrath,

And for egalitarianism; Oh! But on streets harass;

Alas! Fanatic lustrous nights, never spent in shacks,

Nor fastest route circumvented as always packed.

The Rift

 There’s a Wall that ain’t buttress trust,

A Street where woke liberals rust;

Journal in which both inscribe,

As indoctrinated to promote when high.

Rhythm House

Equilateral, hexagonal,

Notice nature’s geometric lines;

Might affect all in parallel,

Or one in blare, another shines.

Dilemma of Hyphenation

Absolute naïve perceptions when jumbled ‘hyphenated whatever origin’ & ‘actual originals.’ Understandable! Lack of knowledge or inept thoughtfulness about the originals anywhere plays key role. As I said earlier, mere traversing the world won’t give someone the essence of original lands nor of the inhabited originals that or who existed for centuries or maybe thousands of years, as it takes entire life to understand barely ‘one’ land.

Protests amidst Pandemic

No doubt DJT, NAMO, BIBI, ABE, MORRISON, JOHNSON, JMB were on target of few Globalists who called for ousting of all RW Leaders across globe. But in the month of JAN-FEB, debate got heated as couple of Globalists not only openly threatened to oust RW leaders by Year End BUT also made funding available to do so. I don’t take names as long as aren’t required.

Excessive Anything

 Excessive anything brings disarray,

Be love or hate, lust or one’s pride;

If once induced in disproportionate,

Like inflated balloons confined a life.

How Globalism* (*it) Ended!

I can name & shame, too cite any clause,

But that’s facsimile, defective, being imperfect;

Still if inscribed to be noticed or seek ackers,

Ah! Then restricted I shalt be to mere one sect.

Conspiracy Theorists VS. Mainstream

Fascination of theirs’ might be seen,

As stuck in chronicles of mainstream;

But when always narrate whatsoever,

Mere anticipation to be ‘illumined’ forever!

The Words on Beach

As walking in sand past waves,

Saw an abode illumined with rays;

No walls nor any gates,

In eyes were reflections, insatiate.