• The Earthly journal.

    what if, i walk along
    as the world looks on
    why can’t they see me?
    see the candor in my speech?

    I only want to say,
    its a bloody huge place.
    I only want to say,
    its all in his grace.

    Here comes, another man
    with his demarcated mind,
    why do, we argue so
    for the world isn’t deprave.

    think about a world,
    where there are no norms,
    no one to question,
    no one in power.

    All the terrains, in an accord
    chugging along, and waving
    to the distant past
    a past with maps, and atlases.

    Oh please open your eyes,
    Nobody’s wise, so please realise,
    its all in the mind,
    the way you think, the way you divide.

    is the hue really black?
    on the skin of an African man?
    because, its only the land,
    where the sun shines!

    where do we go?
    go all the time,
    go to our offices,
    and go to our homes.

    what is this loop?
    an insanity,
    please enlighten me,
    for i dunno the system of this town.

    I only wanna say,
    its a beautiful place,
    a place where we dump
    our carbon excretes.

    when was the time?
    the time you breathed
    a gulp of fresh air
    of pure oxygen?

    and yet we live on,
    in our own little space,
    heedless to the way,
    the system unfolds.

    I only wanna say,
    its a bloody huge place.
    and there’s lotta space,
    for everyone to stay.

    I only wanna say,
    just think about a world
    a world without constraints,
    the whole world, a single tribe.

    Would you really want,
    a place where in,
    evolution overtakes, the pace,
    the pace in which we grow.

    its all in this strife,
    a strife that started ages ago,
    of survival, the fittest of ’em all.
    but we beat it, and overtook.

    we all survived, we grew brains,
    we helped each other,
    we sorted it out,
    we were the humans, which they were afraid of.

    the crops that we grew,
    we sold it to the few
    who figured in the cycle
    of life that supported the farm.

    a giant cycle, of departments
    each parasite, to the other.
    we chugged along, very fine,
    but untill now, the problem arised.

    the world at war, we lost trust
    trust to the kin,
    the kin we sold our crops to.
    so it was all done, a bloody mistake.

    now that those lines,
    won’t allow us past,
    to be free, to go beyond
    and this binding of ourselves, is eating us all.

    so we tuned,
    tuned into the system
    and heeded less,
    about the world, the world free of carbon excrete.

    I only wanna say,
    its a bloody beautiful place,
    why dump the cycle, the trust
    why dump it all?

    I only wanna say,
    please think it through,
    ’cause we’d look damn cute,
    harmony befallen upon us.

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  • The Tale of our spin

    The moon, up and about
    when time hit its note
    pale and abstruse he stood
    his demeanor, wise and kingly.

    but there he was, and then wasn’t
    dawn it was, as the clock ticked on
    and thus he came,
    eponym to the billion or so.

    The Sun in his chariot,
    golden and glowing, smiled down
    on his nine minions, for now.
    everything was happy and glorious

    so near he stands now,
    swelling on his own fodder.
    to act paladin, and yet that
    look, savage and baleful

    for without the cloth
    on our mother’s bosom,
    the yin unbalanced, he flares
    his ire, and his life, lurks.

    the existence itself, an infant
    for now he isn’t pervert enough
    but surely, we have misunderstood
    for our father, isn’t a bloody cheat.

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    is my contribution to, Thursday Poets Rally Week 27

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Hi, I’m Suhas. The below sculpture is not of me.

Marble statue of Sappho on side profile.