Myth of Humanity

Life is beautiful,

But the beauty went unseen

The civilization denied:

How civil it could’ve been

Hatred and power-hunger took over pride,

Like a mansion, decorated on a wedding night,

But with a freshly eloped bride.

All that is ingrained by society

Into delicate, maneuverable minds,

Ignites, as fuel, a spreading fire,

Which blazes on its way, things of kinds.

Like a coffin to a newborn,

Living is to life;

With no humans left, in the myth of humanity:

The so-called freedom

Of your questionable sanity.

The tears that you cry,

Only water in the end;

You forget who your enemy is,

And I forget, who’s my friend

What stimulates the senses,

What makes a child, an innocent child

Is the keenness of a hermit, in meditation

Or an artist, in a realm of her imagination

Measure of my Success?

figure this out!!

Wherever is it, within me?

That the last of my breath survives;

I die each night in my sleep,

Only so the morning sees me alive.

The strength in the cradle of trust,

Is only a dream, severed so many a time.

The price that we pay in misery,

Is the result of an ‘unintended crime’.

Your morality is a dysfunction,

In these times of evil saints;

Masks over painted faces,

Scars, camouflaged in paints.

Stains of idealism mark their hungered existence,

A fading desire ignites the ‘me’

Within me, to raise its deadened voice.

This, of all things, would never silence;

The words of my struggling conscience

Are more than a mere meaningless noise.

The soul reaches places where the body has no access

The ‘humanness’ of my being, is my measure of my success.

Dehumanization

The biggest mystery of life,

That the future is unknown

The hardest irony to digest,

Is that animated creature,

Into which I’ve grown.

A million miles back

Into travel through time,

Lays my tilted, barren ‘home’;

All through dimensions of time and space,

I’m trying to seek my rightful place.

Then again, what is my right?

Do I know?

Am I human? Am I animal?

Or a hybrid of the two?

I’m a little bit of me

And some parts of you.

Look for your dark corner,

Find your own reasons for gloom;

If I’m headed towards nothingness,

You’re only striving for doom.

There are so many people,

People who claim to know,

What many can’t verify

And others would not show…

I collect my bits of disintegration

Attempt to create some sort of correlation

Question myself, on chances of reconciliation.

Upon no specific answer,

I retort to self-annihilation

I hear all that you have to say,

But I shall not guarantee registration…

How could you claim to ‘being human’,

When you slave away to de-humanization?!