Calling Poets for Peace


Words are scarce to describe this turmoil,
When thousand innocents bleed,
Our hearts are torn down,
When the little ones weep,
Our eyes bleed tears.

Words are scarce to describe this turmoil,
When the world cries for help,
Our knees tremble with fear,
When the children lie lifeless,
Our humanity is questioned for its ruthlessness.

Words are scarce to describe this turmoil,
When the souls depart,
Our hearts seek peace,
When the world searches for peace,
Our world calls all poets for peace…

This is written for the initiative of Michael at http://thepoetrychannel.wordpress.com as part of a collaboration with #PoetsForPeace, which is hosted in https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2016/07/16/calling-all-poetscreative-minds-to-a-grand-collaboration-poets-for-peace/.

— Anoop © People and Hearts

Colours of the Darkness


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Colours of the Darkness ©People and Hearts

Darkness is a muted emotion,
Felt by a few, living with it in peace.

Darkness is a colourful painting,
Visualized by a few, craving for vision.

Darkness is a tempting beauty,
For a few, admiring the smiling moon.

Darkness is a black wall,
Leaning behind it by a few, hiding pains.

Darkness is a haunting silent message,
Heard by a few, seeking answers in vain.

Darkness is a ray of hope,
Portrayed by a few, touching hearts of people silently.

Darkness is a supporting companion,
For a few, living in loneliness.

Darkness is an unending misery,
For a few, living with guilt and agony inside the prison.

Darkness is a preying time,
For a few, hunting down their prey mercilessly.

Darkness is a mating time,
For a few, dying to see each other after the tiring mechanical life.

Darkness is a symbol of heroism,
For a few, playing a silent protector – the dark knight.

– Anoop © People and Hearts