196. Dastardly Act

Is there an armor
To protect the innocent ?
Is there a fortress
To shield the decent?
Is there a way
To stop the militants?
Shall Shaitaan never shed
Its dark intent ?
Can't we ever halt to stop
The crazy men seeking vengeance?
Will gruesome pain
In the name of religion end?
Will someone unveil the scriptures,
Where man is advised
To revenge and avenge?
The heart weeps and condemns
The dastardly act
Leaving mankind ashamed.

By Binita Jha

195.UNFATHOMABLE PAIN

BRUTAL ATTACK

TERROR REIGNS

INNOCENT KILLED

MILITANTS PREVAIL
BEHEADING TORCHING
BRUTALLY BUTCHERING
SILENCING LIFE
LEAVING UNFATHOMABLE PAIN.

BY BINITA JHA

194. DONATE

WHEN I AM DEAD
WASTE NO ENERGY
PERFORMING RITUALS
IN THE NAME OF TRADITION.
MY SOUL WILL WEEP
TO SEE THE POT BELLIED MEN
RELISHING DELICACIES
TO RELEASE MY SOUL
FROM THE WORLDLY BINDINGS.

IF YOU REALLY DO CARE,
DONATE MY ORGANS
TO THE POOREST OF THE POOR
ARRANGE FOR HIM TO LIVE.

MY BODY WILL BE LIFELESS,
YET MAY HAVE THE STRENGTH
TO GIVE SOMEONE
A NEW BEGINNING.

DO NOT STOP TO WORRY
ABOUT WHAT THE WORLD
HAS TO SAY OR SPEAK
FOR THEY WILL ANYWAY.

HASTEN
HELP.ME
FULFILL MY WISH
 RELEASE ME
FROM THE MUNDANE RITES.
OBLIGED I WILL REST
FOR ETERNITY
BLESSING YOU FOR
GIVING ME TRUE PEACE.

BY BINITA JHA

193. THE LIVING DEAD

WRETCHED HEART 

BREAKS INTO PIECES;

NOTHING GIVES SOLACE..

THE PAIN WITHIN 

THREATENS TO CHOKE;

EACH WORD 

WHIPS THE VERY EXISTENCE.;

THE WISH FOR EXIT,

WILL IT BE GRANTED

OR WILL IT STAY,

TO LASH AND FLOG

THE LIVING DEAD .

BY BINITA JHA

192. Sweet Ecstasy

Enfold me in the comforts

Of  your  understanding.

Draw me out

Of the subtle reality.

Share with me dreams

And harsh realities.

Make me blush.

Linger in me,

Just a little longer

For I love to shudder

In your arms

Drowning myself

In the sweet ecstasy.

 By Binita Jha

191. Notes of Life

Perched on a bubble

Buried in trouble

Petulantly life

Scuttle and scurry   

Through upheavals  

Exhilarating inane.

Yet notes of life

Aren't baffled

By the impudent chicanery.

Immaculately it impugns

The meritocracy

Of this existence.

By Binita Jha