Fumble

Monsoon, Mosquitios, and World cup

World cup Opener

Under the bright sunshine

The dancers put up a spectacle

With singers trying to spread

The spirit of Africa

It is a historic day for a big continent

Hosting the world cup for first time

Showcasing the arrival of a new giants

The massive soccer city stadium

Stunned me as it looked massive

On par with top football stadiums

Gun ‘n’ tears

We are living in a jungle of guns

We don’t know who have it with them

Everything looks peaceful

Once in a while

We hear that someone went crazy

With a gun

Shooting down innocent people

Who were just walking down the street

Or living on with their daily routines

In colleges, schools or some public space

We go out with a belief

That we will return home safe

We can’t predict a vehicle hitting us over

Just like that, there’s no guarantee

That we will be safe from guns

Lawmakers provide the liberty to all

To own guns for their safety

I wonder if everyone who owns guns

Really have any kind of threat

How can anyone justify themselves

After Shying away the responsibility

Authorities gave guns and ammunitions

To the revolting rebels

To unstablize various nations

Later they grew up as terror monsters

Attacking the old friends and old enemies alike

With no mercy

Authorities closed eyes on gangs

They closed eyes on illegal trades

Now they have huge reserve of arms

Enough to engage in fights with even armies

Pirates, Maoists, religious armies  

Ethnic miltants, you name anything

They all got guns to shoot down innocent people

Guns shoots bullets

Piercing through the body

And takes away the lives

But bullets don’t know

That it is killing anyone

It’s a dead metal born to kill

And to bring tears from countless eyes

No words or rewards could ever wipe out

Those tears from those eyes

Even after years goes by

Loss of beloved ones through bullets

That’s very tough on growing up children

Having to face an uncertain future

Can anyone explain why they need guns?

Just as they have right to live

We have same rights to live

Nobody has the right to take away

A valuable life

Nobody has the power to heal the tears

Then why they shoot those bullets

Those who lose their breadwinners

 Struggle to make the ends

Their tears never end

As they try to repair their lives

The loss to a bullet will haunt them

Helpless to do anything

Some may take revenge with bullets

But that keeps the cycle of guns and tears

Running endlessly with vengeance

Somebody has to stop it someday

That day might not come

But we can hope

As i watch more and more visuals of gun battles and loss of lives,it just makes me sad as i've seen death in front of me .

Fire Walk

A pit in the premises of a temple

Filled with red hot charcoal

Resembling the molten lava

A crowd waiting eagerly

With their souls dedicated to prayers

An aura of spirituality fumed in air

In the darkness of late night

They are all awake in anticipation

Even the stars and moon watched

With curiosity

As the priest blessed the chosen ones

Dressed in the holy colors

Totally immersed in devotion

The spirit of the crowd rose

The chants of applause

Cheered up the chosen ones

They had their eyes on that pit

It shined and lured

Them like expensive jewelry

They took bunch of neem leaves

In their hands

And lined up to walk over that hot bed

Nobody had the fear of burn

Only one thing in mind

Pure dedication to the task

To show their affection to the god

One by one they walked

They didn’t run

They didn’t cry

Even when it seemed like burning

They walked and returned for more

The chants of devotion reached new highs

As prayers conquered the whole area

As they felt the presence of ultimate energy

At the end of the ritual

They applied holy ash on their legs

And rested in tranquility

With a sense of satisfaction

About fulfilling the pledge

Taken during some tough times

That they will do this if they succeed

This is just a return of favor

From heart to please almighty

There may be skeptical onlookers

Who question the logic

But ,some times

Belief ,Customs and experiences

Can stand tall as solemn truth

Defying all logics

Fire walk

It’s a divine walk

To defeat the fear

To defeat the sins

To embrace the goodness

To embrace the god

As a true devotee

I was inspired by the devotion of many people who walked over the fire pits during special festivals in certain temples.