Existence

 

courtesy Google

courtesy Google

 

 

Threads of destiny

Bound together, mystery

Remains their existence

Their relevance

 

Their reality

My identity

Can they bear together-

Individuality with fate?

 

What is my reality?

Purpose or providence?

What is my future?

My toil or thy dominance?

 

What is my existence?

 

© 2013 Snehal sahay

 

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Enjoy the paradox! 

 

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My ideal is not the one person I can trust with closed eyes but whom I can trust with my open eyes and reason…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My ideal

Myself, I lack

Happiness is not the only thing I lack

I carry a heavy weight, a sack

On my shoulders? No,

On my heart a bit, back

On my soul too

Some debt left due.

No, I don’t cry

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.

.

No tears in my droughty eyes

No smile on the dark, low

Lips. They are never in bow…

Not only fear I lack

But a hand, that once was on my back.

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.

.

My eyes are empty

Just like a deserted island

A ship left stagnant

In a similar icy cold stagnant sea

I don’t just lack hope

I lack love. My choice? Nope.

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Those pale stones of skin

Those endless, noiseless breath

 Those water-less, emotionless eyes

 Those wild feelings left in dread.

 They just remind me,

How much more I lack…

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.

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 How much they made me lack…

 I still behave, as I hadn’t had a choice…

 I lack, even more than I do lack

I lack a pulse, I lack a voice

In my world, black and white

I don’t even own myself…my breath, my sight.

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 Want to know what I lack?

Its myself I lack…

 

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The picture made my heart stir and restless.

Out of that restlessness, this piece of poetry or prose, what ever you call it, came out. Just the very words my heart described the painting with.  All inspired by the picture, so the credit goes to it!

I just wish, I interpreted it right.

Hats off to the artist, who painted such a beautiful and heart-stirring master-piece on the canvas.

 

Enjoy!

The wierd human rights

 

Killed 247

Still alive,

Laughed at innocent deaths,

Lives in thrive.

 

Was driven to court,

When was caught,

Proven guilty

In one shot.

 

Still sent to another

Court for plea

Millions for safety

Spend on thee!

 

Proven guilty,

Plead Anyway,

Still more years

In a heavenly jail!

 

And again the mighty

 Story runs

The cruel killer,

Sees the sun.

 

Escapes and

Never returns

If not, he

Still lives with puns!

 

After a couple

Of years then,

Sentenced to death

Are such men

 

If ever.

But then they plea

A longer tale

Of survival. See.

 

Then the godly

Humans we,

Open our hearts

And let them “free”.

 

If not,

They are sent to be slay

But the “humanity”

Of our society is blamed!

 

How can we be

So hard at heart?

Kill a mighty

Creature Of god!!!

 

The one who did kill

 only “247”

How can we do such?

Being women and men!

 

The human rights

And all the great,

Men and women

Their positions take!

 

“Humanity slayed!
Humanity slayed!!!”

Cry the voices

At once, awake!

 

Yes, they are right

It’s a human amidst,

Hundreds of innocent

Humans who killed.

 

Oh, it was a

Big mistake

They will not repeat

Their “souls” are blazed.

 

Yes they did

Kill hundreds of men,

But they did not

Know it then!!!

 

The gun fired

Itself and out.

They did not hear

The painful shouts.

 

They were so innocent

That they didn’t

Know that they were

Being a villain.

 

They did not see

The crimson red blood flow

Out of the wounds

They themselves blow.

 

They did not see

The grief stricken mother

Crying for her child each second

Growing shudder.

 

They did not see

The breathless brother

Carrying in his arms

His dead sister.

 

Who carried her,

As if she

Would get up, hug him,

And start to speak.

 

Nor did they see,

The infant or the kid

Crumble in pain

In their mum’s hid…

 

The bride who had just,

Wed some days in bloom

Sitting like a statue

Near his headless groom.

 

The flowing lava

Of blood or pain

The big big eyes

Fear-grief stricken.

 

No he didn’t.

Trust him friends!

He did not mean

To harm them then.

 

And he is

sorry now

And so god,

Must be proud!

 

Forgiveness

Is in our blood

He has his

“Human” rights as such.

 

Yes he has.

For he is still a human

After brutally

Slaughtering for fun!

 

No, trust me!

He isn’t a devil

We must give him

A chance, we will.

 

As he did

To them he killed,

He didn’t?

Oh! Leave it still.

 

He does have

A tender heart.

A family, a friend

A wife not far.

 

How will his

Big family live?

We must forgive

For sorry he is.

 

For those he killed

Had no family as such,

No one needed them, trust me,

Don’t be harsh much!

 

He will not repeat,

He has already told.

Now stop your questions

He is getting bored.

 

Human rights! Human rights!

Human rights!

A thing for which he can

Always fight.

 

For those he killed,

Had nothing as such

They weren’t humans,

Don’t care so much!

 

And so,

By mighty humanity

Our “innocent” killer

Is left free!

 

Given an amount

To restart his life,

So he can

Live with his beautiful wife.

 

Those he killed?

Oh! Already dead!

Their near ones

Have no left tear to shed.

 

But what?

Its all about human rights.

Anyone can

Take some free advice.

 

If you are killed,

You are no longer human, man.

You killed them?

You are alive? Yes? So you can!

 

Plead a bit for your

Beloved life

Live happily with your

Bloody knife.

 

Human rights!

Human rights!
The devil has also

Some human rights.

 

A bloody devil who

Cut hundreds before his eyes

A heartless demon who

Enjoyed the pain of the dying sight!

 

Human rights!

Human rights!

Wow! The weird abnormal

Human rights!

 

©2012

 

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These are my own personnel views. I hereby state, its not against anyone or anything as such.

I respect human rights of people, but don’t get how devils who heartlessly slaughter hundreds of innocent lives have got them!

Terrorists and anti-social agents destroy the peace of the society and the world, leave millions of children homeless and parent-less, and if ever caught (if ever), are forgiven because of some “weirdo” human rights? Wow!

 

A person who does not even has the minimum “capabilities” and “qualifications” for being called a human!

Yes, you heard right, “qualification”.

I m not talking of educational qualifications, but there must be some “code” to be called a human.

 

What do you think? Are such devils humans?

 

Thanks!

  

What’s a dream which can’t be true

What’s a dream which can’t be true?

It’s just a waste of time,
A ship without a crew.
Thousands of ships do sail around,
Billions of them dead on the shore,
The world doesn’t care for the billions,
The thousands are due known more.
What’s a dream which can’t be true?
 
Just yesterday, I did hear someone say,
Dreams are dreamt to be true,
And you know something that-
Someone who can do that is you.
What’s a dream that can’t be true?
by Snehal Sahay (c)
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Hey! A treat for all dreamers from my side. Give me a high five….! wooo! I m one of you too….!!!
Do you beleive in my thinking?
Sorry, it took a long time to post something, but didnt want to post any rubbish, so…this is it…
Enjoy! And dream biiiigggggggg!!!!!!!!
Comments??? any??? 🙂
Thanks….
Snehal Sahay ❤ 😀
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