Chaos to Organise

There’s chaos everywhere, in mind, in body, in soul

Order is miles away, to look for it I went on a stroll

There's so much clutter in

so young, so green minds

sometimes it wishes to be deaf

sometimes it wants to turn blind

how this chaos will be organized ?

is there any order to look for, to find ?

there's so much clutter in

so big, so ripe minds

No place to go, no place to hide

and we go on to live in our bee hives.

Few Care, And That's Not Enough

" We are a society that only cares about the hungry when they are voters and only cares about the naked when they are women."

~Ahmed Negm

We all, call ourselves a society, don’t care much

Contemn change, adore status quo in all its entirety

Feeble feeling ‘care’ is, not an overwhelming one as such

So easily buried, forgotten, easily observed but ignored

We grieve, can do anything for rejoice and reprieve

Only for ones we know and love, or being loved.

Indifference is well fed to us, we ain’t neutral by chance

When have our eyes reflected back the reality in entirety?

It does when something gross or gruesome dances

Rest all to be seen is left for somewhile perchances

We live in an unseen bubble where all’s fine and good

Unaware of all which can render us weltered in glances.

Look for it, where that care, empathic heart has gone?

Lock it when you find it, before it has for forever gone.