An Experience Themed Anthology

An Experience Themed Anthology

Vicious Peace

Believing in peace is not naivety,

Nor is it being ignorant to the world’s reputable ruckus.

For those who do not believe in peace

are the ignorant individuals.

And the ignorant create the callous conflicts.

These conflicts are the world’s noticeable nonsense.

And the nonsense can be solved by the tranquil talkers.

But these tranquil talkers are shut down by dishonourable disputers

And so here we are stuck.

Solely stuck.

In a vicious cycle,

Of the thought that believing in peace

Is an act of naivety.

Honeybee

A honeybee feels it has no purpose,

All it does is collect and store honey.

Day after day - and night after night

But we see purpose in our honeybees

They do pollinate our lovely flowers

We are too like honey bees in a way

We work and work with no purpose beneath

But in the divine scheme of our purpose

We are a part of a bigger current

As honey bees do contribute to us

We contribute to a higher purpose

And the beautiful part of it is that

Much like the honeybees and their purpose

We do not have a hint of our purpose

Stress

Stress knows what to do

You weakly give in to it

Till you know it's you

The Dancer

What are we waiting for?

She always asked

Everytime she thought deeply of her work,

She would ask

What are we waiting for?

She was not sadistic

Not in any way, shape or form.

But when she looked a little deeper

And questioned a little more,

Her work would seem

Unimportant

What are we waiting for?

She keeps asking,

I don’t see her every stopping.

But some nights,

When she dances and time stops,

She is no longer waiting.

She must do more of the time stopping,

And less of the waiting.

For one day,

I wish for her to stop asking

What we are all waiting for?

Ode to the East and West

Oh the East,

The way it detangles all your dilemmas

How every single being is enchanted by chants

The melodies of the East sweep your fears away

and fill you with bliss

The people of the East do not give a care for x

economy

They would much rather spend on temples

than on things

Things that do not help their inner self grow

The colours painted on their faces

Shows the joy people carry inside

But oh the West,

The way the West has no imperfections,

Every being knows their role in the community

Intellect and organization create unimaginable opportunities

The cities are spotless, the grounds so tidy

The West, so futuristic and so well developed

But, It seems the West and East are missing something,

Eachother.

If only the beings of the West could feel the inner connection

That the East beings do

If only the East could be as development and as perfect as the West

It seems that if the East had an environment like the West

And the West had self consciousness like the East

Maybe

We would have utopia.

The Worried Old Man

He was a worried old man,

never could get a full night’s sleep

He would wake up and walk around the house

pacing and pacing

But one day

He slept worry-less

He slept through his racing thoughts

But,

In the middle of the night

He awoke in panic

Because he forgot to take his sleeping pills.

The fear of the Cyclone

The cyclone took it all away,

it took it all away for everyone.

Everything remained intact except for all that

had to go

The fears, the complaints, the discomfort was all swept away by the cyclone

The cyclone teased our roofs and beds

But it did pass

Once it passed, all that was left was mud and work to be done

But nobody complained

We all got back up onto our feet and began to rebuild

We felt we had lost what was needed to be lost

And just like that

The fear, the complaints and discomfort,

All gone, Thanks to the cyclone.

Break

Sometimes it feels numb

Other times it feels blissful

But it’s just too new