We watch

We are a part of a dying age
Alive in this dying world
Expected to spread our wings
In this dust choked air.
Perhaps we will see an end to this world; our stage
Though the actors have not finished the charade

This is war
Not a battleground
Here we don't bury the martyrs
We bomb the civilians
We spill blood for peace
We revile slavery while wearing diamond rings
We let dumb idiots
Make crucial choices.
We watch as the rapists rape
The criminals lead
The capitalists make environmental policies
The politicians publish newspapers
We watch, we watch, we applaud, we ignore
And the show goes on
We later lament the time wasted
But go back to watch the play
Again and again and again
We tell this time it will be different
Because the cast has changed
but the script is exactly the same.

Traveling and Books

"Yesterday I flew with Ford Angelica
Today I travelled through Narnia"
That's what they all say

Here's not another generic poem
On travelling through pages,
and excaping life's cages

Cause in actuality
I am already a nomad in reality
Sometimes happy sometings sad,
Walking past people and places
From malls to classes
Past bluring hazy faces
Hello and goodbyes
I say to my co passengers
Reality is a series of fleeting moments
I am already voyaging
In everyday normalcy
A mundane eternity
Traveling through the same paths
Repeatedly

 When I read books
I am no traveller

I have finally come home.