Rape of Humanity

Eyes fast shut in a dreadful dream,
Startled into wakefulness with a stifled scream,
The hazy gloom ,for miles it stretched,
With the tears from heaven,the earth is drenched.

The gaping void,with emptiness, filled to the brim,
Humanity grovels in the bottomless pit,dark and dim.
The soul lies battered and bruised in the fleshy cage,
The pain,we can neither measure nor can we gauge.

There hangs a pall of  fast thickening mist,
The sun is trapped in God's tightened fist,
He probably rues the hour when He let it shine,
On humans,His'work of art,sublime and divine'!

Humans,their path to be illuminated,
He had conceived light,then sat back sated.
But now the Omnipotent languishes defeated,
Into the ever growing darkness,they've digressed.

The womb that carries the man,
The man,rips it apart with his beastly plan,
The man with sinews strong was built,
He grew proud and was with disdain filled!

They say, a great apocalyse is close at hand,
No greater Apocalypse can ever visit the land.
Each moment witnesses Humanity being raped,
God is a blurred vision,deformed and deshaped.

Time is ripe for a redemption,
Our task is cut out for salvation
Of a race,facing eternal perdition,
And eventually, the impending  annihilation.
                                                                    
                                                                     Chandni.

The Butterfly

   Wonder of wonders,
      How I ponder---
 The Gift of varied hue,
    That enriches you!
         Yet to think -----
  You come from a creature
        So ungainly hairy.
                But then,
      You grow so graceful
 Lovelier than the lovely fairy.
               Butterfly-----
 How is it that you are so merry,
 In the midst of this turbulence and worry?


          Friend of the flowers,
 So unconcerned of the troubled hours,
                 Let me in ------
  To your world,so happy and bright,
     And dispel My clouds of fright,
      Oh! the fluttering wonder,
              How I ponder-----
   We, creatures of the same Maker,
                   You,
   A testimony of an Art perfected,
       While me and my Race,
With thousand maladies afflicted!

                  Different ----
               Yes, you and I,
                 Yet so alike,
                 Because we,
             Cannot, for long,
          Enjoy the even-song.
       Our Mighty Creator,God,
    Hurriedly calls us to His abode.

     Butterfly ,the harbinger of joy,
               Praise be thee,
             Despite such truth,
    You live a life of unbridled glee.
              Is this your way---
        To thank the Almighty?
               We,the people,
           Can't we learn to be,
                 As grateful,
           Or even just a little?
                                Chandni


                     
                                                 
                                                  
                                       

Perception

A heart wrapped in gold,
In awe,all,it does hold.
Shorn of glitter,false and fake,
Close at hand,for a friends sake.

An old soul,resides in a young frame,
His wisdom puts the wise to shame.
Brutally honest,an enfant terrible,
A tongue so sharp,at times unbearable.

Weaves webs of words,a weaver,
Uses them to bind,sometimes a cleaver,
Paints thoughts,in hues varied,
Predominantly in grey,they are steeped.

A bundle of endless talent,
Who knows,what else is latent!
A store-house of infinite cynicism,
Revels in dark humour and sarcasm.

Jokes apart,seriousness a bird rare,
When takes flight,the soul is laid bare.
His imaginations know no  bounds,
Fascinate him,music and its sounds.

Apparently,an aimless traveller,
In the ocean of life,a lonely sailor.
His pain, in humour he  does cover,
Tears,held back from spilling over?

After all a tampered heart of metal,
Can't be denied that its brittle,
Maybe thats why,its closely guarded,
From Cupid's arrow,lest it be darted!

Its not too difficult to comprehend,
A young heart's this unusual stand,
Who would want the complications,
When there are playmates in imaginations!
                                                           Chandni.