Written by Charles Justin R. Lano aka Se7enResident of : Orel banilad, mandaue cebu City, Philipines Let me be your happiness,I do not know what is happening.I am tearing into pieces,I wanted to be whole again.My life’s in a big…
She is warrior
She is like thunder when surrounded by clouds,She roars to stand out from the crowd.
फिर “आप” को किसने भ्रष्ट किया?
Everytime Arvind Kejriwal speaks, this poem plays in my mind. Dedicated to the the kejri cult. वे जो कहते थे व्यवस्था बदल देंगे,वे आज खुद बदले से नज़र आते है,कभी ढाते है जुल्म रंगभेद का,कभी धरने पे बैठ जाते है।वे…
Colour of my skin
Colour of my skin is a poem calling out the discrimination in name of skin tone and also questions the existence of fairness products. I have listened to this all my life,I am fair and man, you aren’t bright,A thought…
Courage
Courage is a poem about a mountaineer who achieves his childhood dream of scaling the Mt. Everest. The poem talks about courage needed to achieve the impossible and ends with a burning question. I had a look at the towering…
The Heavens refuse to rain with me
Love your parents and treat them with loving careFor you’ll know their value when you see their empty chair It just doesn’t feel like,The place I grew,Where are those friends?I wish I knew,The walls are no longer green,And the heavens…
Always
When you have no hope,Have no reason to live a life,When you’ve lost all the smiles,And you don’t wish to survive,Just take my name and see,Your tears will vaporize,Just feel my hand in yours,You will find a way to life,By…
Betrayal
I stand alone,I am sinking deep,And what’s sadder,I have none to weep, I cry alone,I am buried in trench,My eyes outpour,I am all so drenched. Dirty, stinking souls around me,Plaguing my life to the core,Friends who tell me to battle…
The Kashmir Files – ये मेरा कश्मीर है (A poem on Kashmir Genocide)
In 2015, while reading in detail about the Kashmir genocide and exodus of Kashmiri Hindus, my eyes were flooding with tears. A genocide was white washed, and the oppressors were let go under garb of secularism. My heart cried out…
An Ode to our scars
Concealed beneath the veneer of fabrics,Some hidden for purely cosmetic delight,Some engulfed for the shame they carry,Like tattoos unwanted, that make us wary,Coated with blushes and concealers,Reminders of memories that turned us squealer,Evidence of a past, that haunts till day,Wounds…
