Violence

 

I have not violated

The rules of this world

I have not given in to vices

I have not been infidel to morals

I have not belonged to the black hole of misdeeds

I am one of those ordinary earthlings

Who live in a rut of

Breathing in and out

With such boring regularity

That it almost sucks

But I have often thought of 

Bloodying my hands

Kick out the guts of bullies

Knock out the brains of sinners

Punch hard the noses of the law breakers

Give a black eye who does not see reason

Drill logic with a hammer into the clog holes of  conceited ones

Suck out the breath out of those death eaters who soil the beauty

Of this lonely planet

I have fought with myself 

Reasoned

Not to give in to these thoughts

Yet....

I have a demeanor of  child like submission

When I look at myself in the mirror

Is it me?

Or someone else?

I wonder...

Waking Up

Often

I ask God

why He denied

me a moment 

of silence 

staring at the sky

with clouds floating by

a bird streaking past

the leaves dancing to

a spell of His magic wand

was I that impure?

were my vices so deep?

disallowing censure?

that He left me just

with a pinhole of a window

where even a dream 

can't breath in the

breeze of His own choice?

more often than not

with a patient smile

He tells his child

I am the Santa, y' know

you chose to deny

the pillow underneath which

I could have slithered in

the key to your fistful of sky

your yarn of cotton clouds

that soaring delight

of a bird's flight

the dance of leaves

to the song of silence

as you were too busy 

my child engrossed

in your din of thoughts so wild

and missed that moment

when dreams come true

in rainbow hues

so close to your pinhole yews