Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Free Living.. High Thinking..

Before I begin .. I must say I'm sad .. Yes, because I'm of the same
race ... And I am somehow shamelessly pointing this when I know where
I stand ...

I want to talk about it.. To the general masses, to the people who say
they care.. The ones who speak aloud about human welfare and right to
live ..

It so happens that I find time to write because I'm flooded with hate
.. With disgust .. Because I've seen it .. I've been a witness to it
... And this thought that how I'd feel if the same happens to someone
I care, someone I know, makes me hate it even more ..

I've been a disaster this winter .. I know, for I've done things that
I once thought were acts of total vulgarity and disgustingly
unacceptable to the conscience inside of me .. And I hate it, I
really am ashamed..
While my inner conscience strives to make an impact, the dark hour
seems to dim all the hopes I have ..

I want to talk about it .. But to whom.. I know not ..

And coining back to the moment, which makes me write this piece is
those two shameless eyes, that were staring at two innocent souls..
With an intent that I can never explain .. Maybe never in words ..

This local travel has become the home ground of illicit activities ..
And while the common crowd knows it all.. They hardly bother to raise
a brow ... Raising a voice is only secondary ..

For this 30 minutes, I could sense my soul was being tormented .. Of
the most gruesome behavior my eyes have ever seen ..

I can close my eyes to it, play as if I didn't see anything .. But
there's this one voice that's ringing.. Scaring the hell out of me ..
"What if it happens to your own sister" ..

Live and let live ..
Please ..

--
hamza ..

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