Where Is My Pen?

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A 7 year old raped brutally.
The students beaten mercilessly.
Crores laundered in the scam.
And democracy is now a sham!

Religion, a reverent affair.
Is now a sacred weapon.
Regularly fired in the air,
Its bullets, claiming tons.

And naivety is not more than a facade.
With everyone playing equal parts.
‘Cause the decent naives,
Are meditating in their graves.

The leaves are withering.
And the birds have flown.
But things are burgeoning.
As our society has “positively grown”.

I’ll write an honest account,
Of things that always haunt.
But where is my pen?
Oh! I forgot!
It belongs to “them”.

My Mind Boggling Mind

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Random infinite thoughts,
That don’t make any sense
Trying to sort them out,
I create a blank space, so dense.

I search for the words,
Trying to find a meaning.
Often frustrated,
I return to the dreaming.

Confusion circling around,
And the time ticking won’t stop.
It’s like an old twisted sofa spring
With my mind spinning on the top.

When spoken to,
I blabber like a chaotic.
Ending up embarrassing myself,
I choose not to stick.

Then I reminisce about old times,
Remembering the lines I drew.
Those lines have drowned,
Replaced by ones so new.

But something always pulls me back
Like a stone in a slingshot.
Someone please take me home,
Or else I’ll get caught.