border.
a boundary that runs between us.
a line that divides us,
the one that demarcates our states,
neither of us fabricated it,
on my mind, this always reverberates.
my blood is red, too.
I also have a heart that beats.
we have the same skin,
because we are species akin.
the same ears; the same eyes,
yet we fail to realize,
that we are nothing but one.
I, too, get hurt.
I, too, weep.
I, too, laugh.
I, too, want to be loved.
we breathe the same air,
yet we never ruminate beyond the border.
we fear each other.
separated by religion, caste and creed,
shouldn't we kill this animosity?
why couldn't they listen to our plead?
because to me,
this is nothing but atrocity.
a boundary that runs between us.
a line that divides us,
the one that demarcates our states,
neither of us fabricated it,
on my mind, this always reverberates.
my blood is red, too.
I also have a heart that beats.
we have the same skin,because we are species akin.
the same ears; the same eyes,
yet we fail to realize,
that we are nothing but one.
I, too, get hurt.
I, too, weep.
I, too, laugh.
I, too, want to be loved.
we breathe the same air,
yet we never ruminate beyond the border.
our ancestors have played in the dust of this land together,
today,we fear each other.
separated by religion, caste and creed,
shouldn't we kill this animosity?
why couldn't they listen to our plead?
because to me,
this is nothing but atrocity.
this frontier wasn't created by us,
it seems like an unsociable cuss.
how I wish I could travel back in time,
and cease the making of this line,
allowing humanity to define us.
don't you ever dream of rising above these fallacies?
it seems like an unsociable cuss.
how I wish I could travel back in time,
and cease the making of this line,
allowing humanity to define us.
don't you ever dream of rising above these fallacies?
don't you pray for peace?
I frequently wonder,
if you think of being here,
the way I think of being there?
I wonder if you think of being me
the way I think of being you.
I hope that someday, we discover it in our hearts,
to love once again.
- Isha.
(picture : Shaili R.)
I frequently wonder,
if you think of being here,
the way I think of being there?
I wonder if you think of being me
the way I think of being you.
I hope that someday, we discover it in our hearts,
to love once again.
- Isha.
(picture : Shaili R.)
Yea,I sometimes wonder about living above the fallacies of world. I dream and desire to bring peace to our world too.
ReplyDeleteWar brings more war and "An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind". I am dreaming about the place where you are supposing us to be.
i don't dream about holding your hand but by holding each others hand hand but by holding each others hand we can make colony, then society,then nation and then world to bring peace. give up guns and ammunitions.
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ReplyDeleteThank you.
ReplyDeleteHave I mentioned your name in the above post? No.right?
Hence, I don't dream about holding your hand. Peace.
Hey I sorry for the earlier message. I didnt meant it the way you are thinking at it. I am truly sorry if that disturbed you. But pls can we talk about it. You can delete this also if I am writing rubbish things on your blog. I am sorry. Can you heare out please
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