The Truth About Our Beautiful Nation

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[Side note- This is not just for my nation but all nations as a whole.]

Thanks for this! +Plain Jane (✈👩) 
www.plainjane.in

The fighter planes which once

Soiled the blue canvas
Painted it with black
Are forgotten now
But the light blue sky still remains
Unforgotten
'Cause beauty is beheld
But the pain ricochets.

Where orange is the new black
And mankind goes insane over
Black market blues and catcalls
Where emotions have no outlet
And humanity is capsized by wrecking balls
The truth about our beautiful nation
Lies behind the white walls.

The upper part is reflection and
the lower part is reality.

Here females are either treated as goddesses

Or are victims of eve teasing.
Here rape verdicts are left in a limbo
And its victims are stated guilty.
We talk of a changing world
But there's a dearth of equality.
We preach feminism
But forget to enforce it.

Oh! How the night sky longs for stars

Now that they're obliterated
By grey clouds of pollution
And the Earth seeks asylum
From the violet rays of the Sun.
The allegedly holy waters
Carry ungodly chunks of litter
And the ecosystem
Just keeps getting better.

Thanks again! +Plain Jane (✈👩) 

The traffic is overwhelming
I'll drive rash but I'll drop you home
The green lights go down
But I won't slow down
This is the race of my life
And sure as hell, I'm not going to lose it
Dear fellow traveller.

Ministers, mercenaries, marauders, mafias
Not merely sources of alliteration
They are the bases of political contamination
A menace to the entire civilization
They speak in rhetoric
Act without remorse
Deliver white lies
And dissemble black truths.

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Here economic measures go faulty

There is no point of satiety
And money has the power to transmute
Negative to affirmative.
The poor work, the rich earn
We feed ambrosia to the Deity
And the poor die of hunger.
This is our nation
Where sensitivity is determined
Through likes, comments and shares.

The dark is rising

Where orange is the new black
And mankind goes insane over
Black market blues and catcalls
Where emotions have no outlet
And humanity is capsized by wrecking balls
The truth about our beautiful nation
Lies behind the white walls.

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We are living in an ivory tower

Blessed with milk and honey
We throw away the lemons offered by life
And drink lemonade from martini glasses
We sleep on beds of roses
And savour life like a piece of cake
Oblivious as we are.
The beacon calls, the fire alarm moans
The time has come
To confront the thorns
To bring to our nation a new morn
We have to revamp the wreck
We have to bring halcyon days back to the deck
And all we need is a reality check
And all we need is a reality check.

A Reverie at Prairie

The green meadows of renaissance

Fete me home
Thriving on the earth
From roots of uncertainty
Resuscitating cerebral equanimity
Calefaction replaces hypothermia
And as I sip from the demitasse
Of plummeting agony
Flumped onto a wooden swing
Of lachrymose nostalgia
Satiety plenishes me again.

As my vision goes blurry, almost languid
My vagrant eyes decamp and go instead
To where the grass is not so green
A water pump, still upright
Almost overlooked, I espy
More rust than varnish
The orange-blue majesty
Possesses amour propre nevertheless
I wonder if 'tis aware of its flaws
Or is it just dissimulating into resilience
Irrespective?

I recollect my moments.
I'd whine at the sight of a blemish
Imprecate karma for my woes
And envy mankind
For their blithe and buoyant lives
The grass is always greener
On the other side, They say.
How could I be remiss enough
Not to see haven in my stormy eyes?
The way my lips curl to form a smile?
How my cheeks scintillate after a walk of a mile?

The grass embosoms me like quicksand
And the grassland palpitates its heart out
Hailing
'Hasta la vista!' As I stride across
The thoroughfares of reality again.

Picture credits: +Elomere 

Morning Mayday

I let my yonderly soul drift
Through the holy emboss
Crucify my sacrileges
Upon the blest Cross
And when my
Morning Mayday moans
I relinquish it with finesse
Facading every facet poss.

Oh My Savior, the Son of God
Why art thou hiding in the cloister
Of my brain?
What maelstorms dost thou have
To bestow me with?
I have pulverised
All that tried to collapse me
And in the light of thy aura
I will vanquish every tempest
With your heraldry.

Picture credits: +Skylark Hatee 

Broken Wheels Lament

Behold the beauty
The universe seems all 
About tulips and lilacs
About fresh green cover
And the deep blue sky

Cartwheels- The
Unsung heroes of yester year
Which then ploughed
The barren, sterile lands 
Complementary with the Herculean bull
Lie wrecked on the Elysian Fields

The rest of the world can't hear
Broken wheels lament.

Picture credits: +David Palmer 

I MATTER

I'm not air

I'm not water

Neither am I food

Nor a desire that you long for

No, you don't need me

And can definitely live without me

But darling, i do matter.

I can feel the air blowing for me

My heart pounding for me

The Sun propagating light

The Moon beaming and

The ants crushed beneath my feet dying

FOR ME

Ego is your nature

Nature is my ego

And as i tread past the eternal lake

Which contemplates my mortal anatomy

Birds chirping over me

And the calm sky gazing at me

I whisper to myself

I Matter. I do.

MASOCHIST

There was a time
When we were young
And used to live in an orphanage
And had nothing to hold onto
Except each other.
Remember that time?
I don’t think so.

You were fragile
I supported you
Bore all your troubles
I was a sieve
And you, the vessel beneath me.
I got all the bad
And you got all the good
And you thought
You were the good in my bad
And I, the bad in your good.
But was it really true?
I don’t think so.

But that’s how you made me think.
Counted my flaws
When I concealed yours.
I know you baby.
Now I know you.
You loved me ’cause
I was useful to you
Or maybe it wasn’t love at all.
But having grown up
My well built body
Seems to be of no use to you
Now that you’ve got
That other girl to love
That slim, slender, svelte and chic.
Do you need me anymore?
I don’t think so.

You probably thought I was a masochist
Thought I could bear it all
Just like I bore your difficulties.
Thought I won’t feel hurt
Because I was strong enough.
Thought I won’t be affected
Because I loved to take that pain.
Yeah, maybe I was a masochist
To risk my life for you
To love you
To let you go with her.
Maybe I loved that pain, I muse
As I hit the sandbag
For what seems like the zillionth time.
Stripped knuckles, dripping sweat
And I still think about you
Gazing at my protruding muscles.
You are my best memory
And the worst one.
And now I lay exhausted
Rejoicing in my loneliness.
Yeah, now I believe I am a masochist
Still reminiscing you after all these years
When I know it will just hurt me.
Baby do you miss me the same?
Ha. I don’t think so.

PHOSPHENES

Ever wondered what 

Those random dancing patterns you see

After rubbing your eyes

Or after sneezing are?

That light you see

Without light entering the organs of vision?

They’re all around you

And inside you

Omnipresent

Like the Gods resting in nirvana

Unseen, unknown, unacknowledged

Yet booming in screaming colors.

The iridescent colors fostered by aquivering lights

Triggered by a fondle.

Steering you out of darkness

Though not affecting the slim shady

In you- the darkness in your soul.

How can words

Describe their ineffable splendor?

Close your eyes

And see a new world come to life!