Open Link Night # 204

A fragile thread hanging
is all I see, between
the fine line, dividing
rational discussion from
a thoughtless mob mentality
of fragile vanities
and mountain size egoes
intolerant against any thought,
that dares to oppose.

A shred of hope, quickly losing
when I see, leaders selling hatred
like throwing pieces of meat to dogs
with us lapping it up, no second thoughts
tearing each other to pieces
with least regard for other’s pain.

Ask your God, recheck your faith
Ask yourself, before it’s too late
At the end, we all bleed red
As a human or monster, depends
on the choices you make
Ask, before you loose faith, in yourself



Rough times

When my boat rocks
stumbling through rapids
your rock hard support
is the only anchor
as I look for a way out
Understand, I may need you
as you do me, sometimes
in you, lies my centre of calm
Understand, your silences
snuffs the only light I see
the tunnels get even more lengthy
Do not make me ask
for it may not happen
I might just learn
to steer myself out
and what you see later
will be a different me
not the woman you loved


Mind roams
in restless patterns
when the expected
doesn’t happen
emptiness grows
to a gaping hole
decoratively hidden
inside fake smiles
nothing around
holds amusement
for time enough
to give it a rest
But that is the point
never rests
until mind is a chaos
or until the cause itself
takes mercy on us
and dissipates