STRANGE QUEST

Walking down a mourning quiet lane
with pavements as if to sink
a few stray dogs, some
disgusted & withered faces

A strange force of quest
turned me to the glittering sky
i was stunstuck
i never knew why
black jets streamed outta nowhere
against a violet sky

I rode back home
'my self" still in the sky
all the while i pondered
where was i?

SCARRED HOPE

There was once a city
a city brimming & beaming with life
striving with unfeigned hope
with a vision of
a resplendent future

A vision accompanied by hope
a hope for a better tomorrow
a hope for a wholesome future
but, the supervening events
harbingered otherwise

The hope was vanquished by
a convulsive smoke of hatred
leaving behind an aura of
perpetual pain
The resplendent visions
obscured by smoke
impregnated with ignorance

An insane act of ignominy
leaving behind an eternal scar
on the face of hope

Will this sanguinary act
make our lives ascetic &
vision austere?
will this servility to religion
against humanity ever end?