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Friday, May 18, 2012

Puppets Of Skin


War is when it costs blood for a drop of oil;
and echoes of gun-shots replace sound of peace,
when people die for handful of soil,
and it feels like it is never gonna cease.

When it paints the world red;
and colors seem to be stolen by shadow,
when every mother’s son is on deathbed,
and people still refuse to make a bow.

Then begins the end of conscience;
leaving regret and guilt locked within,
making us helpless to survive the existence,
and we feel like being ruled as puppets of skin.

When the end comes and it chokes the breath;
and people dare to come out with blood-shot eyes,
when it fears to stand even in right direction;
your heart screams for wrong decision and denies.
 
When it takes courage to laugh;
and its seems hard to begin again,
when the end divides heart into two,
and it leaves you to die in pain.

Then you beg for another chance;
and time laughs like a cruel king,
but there is no option to back off;
and we feel like being ruled as puppets of skin.

~Shreya ♥
P.S. My creation, please do not copy!!
P.P.S. Written In Insomnia, yea it brings great thoughts.. ain't it??

14 comments:

  1. This is really thought provoking and very very well written, Shreya. The way it rhymes, the way it forms a deep sense of feeling is what I find touching and inspiring.

    Keep Writing! :D

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  2. Pretty strong words, nicely understood before being written, this does not seem like insomnia. Rather seems like a thought that did not let you rest till you penned it down... Keep writing...

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  3. Lovely,sweetie! You are one beautiful soul! :)

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  4. Shreya,

    The falsehood of all fighting due to colour of skin or some material gains brought out so forcefully.

    Take care

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  5. wonderful Shreya...intriguing painful read.title 'puppets of skin' and the last stanza line..'time laughs like a cruel king' was indeed touching!

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  6. Great poem wonderful & meaningful. Reminded me of the wars in Iraq & Afghanistan - meaningless wars causing mindless destruction and tremendous hardships.

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  7. Depression??
    Been here after a very long time and as always get to read a unique expression.

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  8. That’s a few powerful lines and earth-perseveration conscious
    nice work

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  9. @All: Thank you all.. glad u people liked. :)

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