Whispers of the Wind

 

Blowing wind winding down the earth,
Sweeping away the rain of birth.
Shaking trees, rustling the branches,
Falling leaves dissolve where they land.

The Cost of Consumption

"Woke up with the bad dream of slaughter-perhaps an after effect of last night's movie"

Clustered in the cage,

No space to move,

A breath, a sigh,

Pain piercing every inch.

Beef steak, chicken roast,

Goat liver, pig in a blanket—

Ordered, served on the table,

Satisfaction guaranteed.

Slaughtered and tampered,

Served with pride,

Flesh and blood cruelty,

Pleasing the stomachs.

All the agonies serve as protein,

Chat shows of the inhuman,

Entertainment of wildness.

Of course—save the earth, not its soul.

“Unfairness”

At the peak of my despair,

I reached out,

Questioning the concerns

In the myth of fairness.

No answers came,

Only empty promises,

Seeing myself in the twilight—

A reminder of what was never given.

Foolish to believe,

Trapped in uncertainty,

The price was my trust,

Paid in full,

In this world of unfairness.

“Embracing Tomorrow’s #Positivity”

“The changing season, with its blossoming buds, reminds me of the positivity that tomorrow brings.”

The Bloom of Resilience

I smiled and asked her, “What made you change?”

She ignored my question and replied, “Do you even consider me a friend? I know you wanted me gone, just to have my space freed up.”

Amused by her complaints, I said, “Are you finished? Let me speak.”

“Everywhere you go, people talk about mental health,” I continued. “I know you were unwell and even threatened to die. I tried my best to support you in any way I could. Yes, I admit, sometimes I told you that if you wanted to end it, then just do it instead of wasting time. Life moves on, with or without you.”

“Of course, that was your response when I was in a depressive mood. Today, you just thought to cut away my rotten parts, but then you accidentally noticed the flowers blooming on another branch. That surprised you, didn’t it?”

“I admit, I wasn’t expecting flowers from you,” I replied, “and it made me curious enough to search for corn plant blooms online. I’m sorry that I neglected you, that I only saw you as something ugly when your leaves were falling. But I wonder—did that neglect make you bloom? Did you come back to life after realizing you’d been left behind?”

“Thank you for coming back to life,” I added, “but remember, our exchanges—both the good and the bad—helped you return. I hope we’ll always remain friends. Look at Luna, our dog. You know her spinal injury was severe, but it hasn’t stopped her from enjoying life. Don’t you think everything is a mind game?”

She replied, “It’s all about what we manifest.”

Glimpse of Regret

“Petite and fabulous,

You caught my eye.

I paid for the perception,

Only to end in remorse.”

Seeds of New Birth

“You sowed many;

We were bound by you.

Tomorrow, you will sow more—

Who knows what that will bring?”