Use and abuse 

Since when has body become so important?

That you need to feel powerful by using others’ to prove?

The constant tussle between use and abuse 

Has crossed all lines, broken all barriers of refuse. 

The terms keep changing sheets; it’s money, I am told 

Someone pointed it out, they are poor and hence they sold.

Sold the person, sold the child; sold the body by cutting all ties. 

Did you not think even for once, that the requirements of each and every body is limited to a few rising suns?

You have to get into the same earth as the body you ruined, 

There’s no denying truth to the eternity that you cease to have never understood. 

Then why use and abuse another body just for fun? 

When the laws of nature get to you; clearly there isn’t a better ground for you to run. 

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When my blessing turned into a curse. 

What a blessing it is to be born a human, is what I thought,

Little did I know, at that moment, that I was queuing up for a massive, deadly war, on being human, to be fought.

Day after day, night after night, in darkness and in bright light, 

I have a task to prove.

A task to rise above the fellow humans, in class, chores and in determination.

I have always wondered, 

Why should I be ahead, lead and they follow?

Why do I keep my pride, guilt and they have theirs to swallow? 

‘You are different’, I am told. ‘You belong to a class that’s rich, powerful and can make the laws break and fold’. 

Who nominated me to these laws and who assigned power to me? 

Isn’t power something that I, inherited by being born as human being? 

Isn’t it the same for all other humans too? 

None of us are to lead and none of us are to follow. 

We are, to be! To be humans on this planet that we call home. 

Then where did this ‘I am your leader and I will lead you into light’ come through?

Did I start on a wrong thought by any chance? 

Was really being born as a human meant to be a blessing and not a curse or a farce?

Power – I don’t understand :-) 

To the world that’s moving so fast 
I have something to say that might be a bit harsh 

I want to say that ‘power’ is a made up word; blinds the eyes of a blood seeking sword

I want to tell you that humans were and are bundles of will 

To say I am right and he is wrong is then just a cheap, transient thrill 

I can thrive at your loss and survive at the fittest game 

While loosing the essence of the self it can and never will be the same 

We started off stark naked, we would leave the same way 

To then build empires with portraits, let me ask, is it worth the materialistic gain? 

If I were to build and if I were to rescue

Couldn’t I have done a better job by just letting you be you? 

I trust the heart that beats and pumps the blood 

Mine is red, I know yours is too

If I am, then are you, and many a times, I am dependent on you 

My redness hasn’t decreased in time, I am sure yours too has followed the same gene pool and blood line

So why do I have to prove or disprove my being to you? I exist and so do you.

Since when has power backed by money come to decide that I lead and you follow? 

I admit that I did collect a bit more than I could swallow

The rest I spent on building bridges, buying materials and making weapons,

I wanted to protect my self from my own breed of men 

Why do I need protection? Did I ever ask? 

If I were to let you love me and love you back, would we still break our faith and trust?

While I did this, you did that,

Who am I to judge your perceived notion of fact?

What I was born with, you too were, 

All we ever had was an entire universe 

The sun’s never changed it’s course for you or me, 

It’s always been further out and never in our vicinity

We drew it close because we had the same needs 

Then doubts, desires overtook and it became a fallacy! 

When do I or you then blame the sun or the universe for our miseries? 

We have and will always keep what we genuinely owned far away from our self perceived ideas of humanity

I have my share of the daily bread, I work on keeping me alive

Why would I judge you for you too can have an identical stride?

I can and so can you, 

So then, where is the manmade power holding us through? 

I don’t want to lead you and neither do I want to follow 

I want to be me and I want you to be you.