Circus

 

Players on the field,

Actors on stage;

Drivers burning oil,

Politicking speeches amaze.

The Summit!

 

When thirteen wild boars walked into cave,

Or fourteen peaks who climbed sky high;

Where dived one into the deepest trench,

Or dream to take leap from karman line.

The Restricted, We!

We restricted evolutionary traits

to mere, learning,

The lights then came from

such flames, burning;

Then juxtaposed to show, the moon to

be our sun,

The Different Reasons!

The could be different Reasons (rational or not), given by many on the top, behind every turmoil in modern times; in a highly condensed form:

• War in Mid-East+ was necessary, else, the powerful Mid-East+ would’ve declared War against all Kafir or Infidels. Whereas, contrary to this, and according to some, that wasn’t the case & the reason was, resources.
• A single currency system or flow of money across World was to maintain corporate or a single state guided capitalism to avoid unmanageable decentralization.

The Languages!

We drifted with languages, staggered to communicate,

To the existence itself; beyond, can ne’er relate;

Beings since beginning, mere behaved to beget,

Into many, yet, spoken words restricted, what meant.

The Paint on Walls!

It’s been years for colours on

the painted walls,

So thick & deep, layered,

didn't peel off;

Albeit in incessant dust &

rains & scorching heat,

Layer another, grimy; but

colours never gone.

A Witness, Recycled!

 

One saw, said, commended, condemned,

Who was once, isn’t now, wouldn’t be, maybe;

A witness testified its life & of others,

Yet couldn’t realized a day, why turned into anyone,

The Rhythm

 

The nightingale’s presence feel gleeful,

when felt,

Not in sorrows, or wherein crows

be sought to feed;

So as when the night's loved or

day's caressed, in wandering,

The Skin & The Stone

 

For thousand years eroded

what the flow,

Or broken, in pieces thousand

times;

The skin, one day, on eve, touched in awe,

Felt if thousand years were spent

in lies.