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Is It Already...?

I was lost, Watching at the gleam sun cast on water As the shadows deepened, I almost realized Is it already night? I was reading a book, Loving every page of it And every word took me to a new world, Of Angels and Demons And Witches and Muggles, A point then clicked Is it already the last page I flipped? I boarded the Metro, Sitting idle Watching people come and go, At every station With the same familiar noises, Same gung ho A female voice gave an explanation, Is it already the last station? I was sleeping tight, With all nightly noises doing their rounds The cricket, Far away music from a marriage, or an occasional cab, From under the cosy blanket I looked at the window, Chuckling loud, a bird had flown And I thought... Is it already dawn? There is so much more, To think and pour All that is fine, But, it is already time. Isn't it?

I told GOD...

Ramesh told Lord Ram, I am a good Hindu I pray to thee And abide by your rules. For a 'Ram Rajya' I'll do anything they say. I even burnt that Muslim man, Who prayed in the mosque in your land. I promise you my Lord Ram, I'll even kill a Hindu, If he even touches the Ram-setu. I am your true disciple O My Lord... Tell me I am... And Lord Ram just looked at him... Asif told Allah, O Allah...I bow to thee. Your holiness sets me free... May the Prophets be blessed.. And I will spread your word to the rest. I won't spare a single soul, Who doubted your holiness, I will maul. But I didn't like that John, He killed your men and mocked your reign. So I killed him, for your glory, I redeem. I don't like that Hindu and that Jew too, Coz one is a Kafir and other kills and hold your Prophet's Abode. Tell me O Allah! I am your true disciple. And Allah just looked at him... Eric went teary eyed to Christ, Coz yester his father John had died. He first asked why this h...

Hands

Hands speak, When the feelings peak. They rise together and pray, They hit a son when he goes astray. They protect a new born in mother's love, They invite peace when they free a dove. They cover the innocent face of a girl when she blushes, They hold the face of a lover when he kisses. They stab and kill, In horror, they shake or remain still. They measure, they treasure. They clench, And in blood, they drench. They fear and go listless, They swear and curse the stress. They don't just do things. They speak, At times, when our emotions peak...