The point of it all

Sometimes I wonder what’s the point of it all. We work, we eat, we live, we pray, we fight and we die.

We just die. We stop breathing and we cease to exist.

All that effort, every single drop of blood shed, whisked away in an instant. To be snuffed out like a candle, when everything seems to be going your way.

What is the point of it all?

There are days when nothing seems worthwhile and other days when everything makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. That’s life, though, isn’t it?

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A Pendulum Rocks

Tick-tock, tick-tock;

Back and forth the pendulum rocks

Pounding each second into the ground

Now it’s here, now it’s gone.

Ominously, the cloud watches

as the gathering storm approaches

to merge with the dancing wisps of cottony-white

and turn the brightest day into darkest night.

Tick-tock, tick-tock;

The sound continues,cold and sedate,

matching the clang of the metal spade

as it comes in contact with the hardest rock.

Aisha pauses to wipe the sweat

that falls in droplets from her brow;

The littered battleground is a mute spectator

to the harshness of her sorrow.

One by one, she digs the graves

Three in number into their designated places;

Her tears have dried up much like the well of hope

As she rolls the bodies into the shallow spaces.

Once done, she dusts her hands and wipes the grime

from her face with the edge of her shawl;

She looks up at the sneering clouds with a passive stare

Saying, ‘I think it’s time to end it all.’

©Shailaja V

For Yeah Write #194

Eternal Lament

The tears haven’t stopped yet
They flow afresh with every image, every headline and tweet I see
‘Why’ seems like a futile question
To ask of the ruthless Taliban who showed no mercy.

It isn’t enough to cry and grieve and mourn
For how can we even begin to fathom
That pain, that agony and terrifying silence
Which must be nestled in even one mother’s womb?

My heart stopped beating yesterday
Stunned into unspeakable muteness
By the sheer scale of the attack
Which rendered mute the lives of a hundred innocents.

Our world shakes on a rocky foundation
Where crimes are committed in the name of Religion;
Today, I stand in solidarity with every bereaved soul
Be they from Peshawar, Gaza or Sandy Hook Elementary School.