"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Why?


A radio host places a prank phone call
Involved Monarchy and well being of a princess
Word gets out
Terrified nurse handling the call commits suicide…

A college student turns his room camera on
Wants to record his roommate’s love making
The prank goes sour
Young gay man commits suicide…

A teenage girl gets harassed on inter net
Goes to her room and hangs her self…

Each folly brings an unpredictable fatal tragedy
World hears the news in shock
A senseless loss of life
Falls heavy on human consciousness
Volatile emotions
Stressed out workers
Disillusioned youth
Or stupid prank players

Some answers buried so deep
Dispensing disarray and confusion
All we find is a question mark
An outcry of why… Why?
And a brutal story of life
Repeating it self again and again






2 comments:

  1. perhaps the melancholy in life is the culprit..!

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  2. Thanks Ritu.Yes perhaps.Why some go over the cliff and why some survive has always been a complex issue. Thanks for visiting the blog.

    Savita

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