Idea Shoots

I find myself stationary when all around me people are moving in a hurry

Where do they go, have been thinking about it since quite sometime ago.

Be it print or social media seems under control of some mafia

They talk of utopia, I find it all a fancy idea.

A bright student died in an institution, cause of caste society can’t shun.

Unable to free from a traditional mould, are they trying as hard one could.

Court and the centre fighting as to who is the one Supreme?

Seems some people are working diligently under a grand scheme!

Even a colour has some hidden meaning societal elements fight with some ardour.

Slightest of criticism not taken lightly, you fall into despair willy-nilly

God and religion has taken centre stage, people quote from ancient text page after page

Every where hidden hand is seen, suppress truth, some are too keen

Ruling elites would like to preen in front of their leader, for them signal is green.

Some of those who are ruled see red, divisions are here, they are bred.

Mockery of democracy, it may sound to them as quite crazy

It’s not about voting once in five years, one can’t just take it easy.

All is well you hear them say

Are we supposed to swell with pride and to their beat sway?

Can’t be a situation if it’s not my way, please take the hell way!

Ocean of the mind is stirred, shaken is the trust, one cannot wallow in rust.

Words erupt like lava, can the fires be lit?

Ashes will remain, new idea shoots will grow bit by bit.