Guilty.

When I saw -A kid bickering me for money

That very moment I felt unclean,touched by that boy for a penny

Not even for a second did i even show compassion and care or kindness of any!

Yes.Guilty!

When I saw-A 16 year old sex worker

That very moment I felt disgust for her

Not even for a second did I think about the circumstances that brought her there

Yes.Guilty!

One day,with a broken heel i went to a cobbler

I saw this 10 yr old work,stitch by stitch,sweating under the sun

handed him my shoe trying not to touch him or get any closer

He smiled,took his needle and began his work joyfully like it were fun

I saw him work on my shoe,he sew it tight,checking everything

He inspected it thrice,making sure it was perfect

That moment it dawned on me, I've never worked in my entire life for anything

I hated people who sweated,looked at them like they were some kind of insect

I looked at the world through the window of my car

Untouched by dust,dirt and human brutality

The world was at my feet since i was born yet from reality i was very far

Unblemished by starvation, abjection and poverty

Why the difference between me and them??

What had i done to be such a snob and still have everything in the world
What had they done to be treated by the likes of me like they were phlegm

Who judged us?Who gave us our parts?Who made this confusing world?

As these questions buzzed in my head

I saw a kid crossing the street yelling "tea!tea!tea!"

He tapped on my knee,smiled shyly and "the merits of his tea" he recited

I bought it,sipped the tea from the ugly little glass,very dusty

When I saw-A kid asking me to buy his tea

That very moment I felt love for him

Not even for a second did I think about the dusty glass and the dreadful tea.

Can i change his life?and build a new life for him?

No.

And I stand still GUILTY!!

Loveaholic.

Daily mundane work sparkles with the continuing thoughts of you.

House chores become beach strolls when it’s for just me and you.

Not an extravagant and frenzied love but the one that comforts

The one that gives riches that are greater than castles and king’s forts

Memories. The times when you read a poem while lying down in my lap

The times when I tousle your hair and you peacefully slip into a nap

The lazy weekends when we lie in the bed until late in the morning

The dawns when you treat me like a queen with breakfast in bed, bowing

These are the Riches. Treasures of million little moments

Treasures. Jewels of billion memorable seconds

Living in every atom of my body

Guarded by my breaths, my army

Your embrace is more than home.

Your kiss is one big sweet honeycomb.

And oh that smile of million stars!! That smile is like a Christmas day’s snowfall

And at the end of each day your love is all I need and that is all.

Questioning God.

Are we just your play toys?

bound to deceive one another with our own ploys?

Are we just your hostages?
heads hung low,with not a vestige of prestige?

Unimportant.

Unpurposed.

agonies incarnate are we?to quench the blood-thirst of your elusive goals

Why dissipate our weak souls?

churning anger from the crux of tenuous heartstrings

Why spawn these stinging feelings?

Unkind.

Uncaring.

Whats the whole point of our existence?

Why drop us and mock us?What's your brilliance?

Are we to pick up your little hints and clues?

Only to be maddened by unending charms and voodoos

Merciless.

Ruthless.

Why create loved ones and then cruelly take them away?

Why conjure up beautiful dreams and lead us astray?

Why disguise evil in a beauty and beauty in a beast?

Are our tears your wine and pain, your feast?

Pitiless.

Reckless.

Is there an answer?Is there an answer?

For every teardrop of a mother after her loss in a fruitless War?

For every aching heart of an orphan for his unknown mother?

Give me an answer!Give me an answer!